Here ya' go, Kun-chan...

"Welcome to the shit!" Ryouga Hibiki turned suddenly as spittle rained in his face.  This 
was the worst of it, he often told himself.  Those Airborne pukes got charter flights in, 
and he had to deal with a stink beach landing.  Well, life wasn't fair--and the Marines 
didn't pay him to demand fairness.  "Land of the big PX!"
	The welcoming party consisted of a gunnery sergeant and a corporal, chasing 
raw privates out of the landing vehicle with their gear in tow.  Ryouga picked up the pace, 
eager to get off of that windy sandtrap of a beach.
	He remembered everything that led up to his new life in the Marine Corps.  
Thirteen hellish weeks at Paris Island after he stumbled upon a time portal throwing him 
thirty years back in time, and then another month onboard on the WASP until III MAF 
finally hit shore.  Now Ryouga was terribly up on his American social studies, but what 
he did remember from his future experiences was that the Nam wasn't exactly a noble 
mark in history for the United States.
	Still, he could live with it; no Ranma, no love-aches for Akane.  Best of all, he 
just had to follow other Marines around and he'd always end up someplace where he'd 
want to be.  Of course, that's what thought before Eighth and I sent his reassignment 
orders.  Danang...shit.
	The place still looked like shit.  Cobblers and peddlers selling their services and 
wares in the streets; mama-sans looking for boom-boom with a big GI, and little kids 
selling trinkets and other sort of three-dollar crap for fifty-percent off.  More than a few 
came up to him shouting, "GI Number One!  You buy, you buy?!?"  He had to growl o 
get them to back off.  The world was a far different place where he came from, and from 
his first few minutes incountry he could already see he was going to both love and hate 
this place.

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