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It was a hot summer morning in early July. I was walking along the residential district of central Tokyo on my usual commute to the office.
In the Land of the Rising Sun, September marks the waxing of autumn and the traditional harvest season in which local customs such as “tsukimi” (moon viewing), “inekari” (rice harvesting) and “Higan” memorial services take place throughout Japan.
Ah! The aroma of fresh coffee in the early morning forest air. The first slow sip before my friends wake up.
Stars and Stripes the newspaper.
For more than 150 years, we have been there to help serve those who serve our country.
I’m not the smartest guy in the world. Neither family nor friends will dispute that.
So the story I’m about to tell makes perfect sense to those who know me.
