Suicide Missions

Connor Ford, Guest Writer

Nobody could describe the tragedies they had witnessed. Right before their eyes, their loved ones were gone— all that remained was a memory. Bodies were cut in half, sliced open, and laid on the ground as if they were dead animals. People who deserved the world, yet the world turned their backs against them. A day that could have been like any other day, stood out in History— December 7, 1941: The attack on Pearl Harbor.

*James Frankyn’s perspective*

“Sir! Can you hear me?!” A dear paramedic yelled at my half-conscious soul.

“What is going on? Where is Riko? I need to know that he is okay,” I softly whispered back.

“Sir, do you know what your name is? Do you know what day it is today?” He replied.

“James, my name is James, but I need to know if Riko is okay,” I faintly said back as I slowly lost consciousness.

  • * *

December 7, 1941 around 9pm

It was eight-ten in the morning when I woke in the hospital bed the next day after the bombing the Japanese had set for our country. All I could think about was the safety and well-being of my best friend, Riko. He was the only person in my life who believed in me.

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November 1, 1941

Throughout my life I struggle with depression and often find myself with thoughts of suicide I lived a life of high expectations and parents that always wanted me to be better. As I grew up, my sister died when I was 18 causing me to question life, I had my suicide planned out. I did not want to die by causing a car accident because then the people around me would get physically effected from it. I could not kill myself in any way because my family would have become twisted in their thoughts thinking they could have pulled me out of it. I finally decided on how I was going to die. I hired a hit-man to shoot me on the sidewalk on the way to work. He was a man by the name of Riko Kinye.

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*November 2, 1941 the day I met my assassin/best friend*

“Hello, my name is Riko Kinye. You must be James,” Riko said.

“Yes,” I answered.

“I am going to give you a month to think this through, so that hopefully, you change your mind,” he said.

A whole month? I thought to myself.

I could not bare this any longer I just wanted to get it over with.

            “That seems fair,” I responded.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Riko asked.

I ended up talking to him about my depression and when the month was over, I decided to keep living. Riko, the man who I had hired to kill me, saved my life. That was a debt I was never able to repay.

* * *

*December 7, 1941 in the perspective of Riko Kinye*

I knew the day was going to come that I had been preparing for my whole life. My whole purpose in life was to die for my country— I was going to be a Japanese kamikaze. I had to find a way to reach out to my best friend, James Franklyn, before it was too late. Although, I talked him out of suicide, I could not talk myself out of it. The Japanese Army was planning a sneak attack on Pearl Harbor to declare war on America, a country that I spied on during previous missions.

* * *

“Riko, are you ready for battle?” my commander said.

“Sir, I was born for this moment,” I sternly responded.

* * *

As the time of the attack grew closer, my anxiety rose. I did not think that this is what having to die was going to feel like — empty, sorrowful, and alone. All for what? To have a good legacy for my family to dwell back on and to fight for my country?

Although, I had second thoughts, it was too late now. I was going to have to kill myself while attempting to kill thousands of Americans. Now, it was eight in the morning and I was getting on my plane with the bomb loaded and ready for fire.

As I was in the air ready to bomb Pearl Harbor, James’s voice rang in my head with words he would have said, “Do not die yet. Please, think it over.”

In that moment, I decided to abandon the mission and keep flying till I found a place to land, hoping to not get caught. As soon as I touched down, I was able to wait out the attack and find the hospital in which James was hospitalized in.

“I am so sorry,” I said to James.

“Riko?” James whispered, “You are safe.”

“This world is cruel and it almost made me do cruel things,” I said.

“What do we do now?” Riko said.

“What we have always done,” I smirked as I answered, “We just keep living.”

  • * *

A couple months later as things died down I decided to reach out to James to let him know that I to had kept living. Through my expertise and line of work it was easy to find an address for James.

Dear James,

            I wanted to explain, that not only did you save my life, but you changed my prospective on living. As I was about to drop the bomb I heard your voice saying “you’re better then this, keep living Riko, Keep living.” I knew at that moment that I couldn’t tell you one thing, and turn my back and do the opposite. I wanted to thank you for the friendship you have provided and I hope to see you soon.

– sincerely, Riko Kinye