... _Ouch_.

	This is one of the few 'fics that have ever made me feel genuinely
sorry for Mousse, and that is saying something.

	Y'know, the sad part about this story is that aside from the
Japanese Army, the only person who could be considered truly in the wrong
is Ranma (and he strikes me as more imbecilically insensitive than
malevolent).  Everyone else is either haunted by the past or cursed by
things beyond their control (therapy cases all).

	Minor Technical Nit: Qinghai Provence is at roughly the same
longitude(sp?) as central Tibet (wedged between it and Sinkang to be
precise).  If I recall the Japanese areas of Occupation in WWII, at least
a third of China was between Qinghai and the front lines.

	Good work.  Depressing, but good.

HTG (Wong, when was the last time you wrote something _cheerful_?)