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    Our observations of the US servicemen suggest a nation far from ready for war. The vast majority of those we encounter are drunkards and fools, lacking discipline or moral strength. Our clients include pilots, marines and soldiers passing through Hawaii en route to US military bases scattered across the Pacific. If these are the best America has to offer in the event of war, the conflict will be short and our victory a certainty. The enemy exhibits an arrogant belief in its superiority that stands no scrutiny.
    We are beginning efforts to infiltrate America's armed forces bases. Enclose the latest reports on movements of troops, vessels and aircraft. As yet the US shows little indication it is making ready for a war in the Pacific and even less inclination of willingness to fight such a war. In view of these factors, we believe a swift and successful outcome to any such hostilities would be likely and, indeed, probable.
     
    SOURCE: Agents TN and SN, Station H.

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    Benjamin H Paxton of the United States Marine Corps had the perfect plan for his day off in Honolulu: get drunk, probably get into a fight and, hopefully, get laid. Since joining B Company at the marine barracks in Pearl Harbour he had walked in and stumbled out of almost every bar on the island of Oahu. Paxton could claim with some measure of authority to know the best places to attain at least two of his three goals within the next twelve hours. If he got lucky with the beautiful Kissy Nagara tonight, he might even hit the trifecta of happiness. Hell, was there a better way to kill another dull day and night in the middle of the Pacific Ocean?
    The way Paxton saw it, Honolulu was a melting pot where red-blooded Americans like him could mingle happily with people from the Orient and the locals. Of course, Paxton's idea of cultural intermingling usually involved the exchange of bodily fluids, but that didn't make it any less effective as a way of breaking down boundaries between people of different origins. There was no better example of that philosophy than Tokyo Joe's Bar and Grill, a popular drinking hole in downtown Honolulu that often got so crowded that customers spilled out on to the sandy beach behind it. According to legend, the bar had once been called the Oahu Oasis, but that was too much of a tongue twister for most drunken US servicemen. Back then the owner was Mitsuo Nagara, a tiny, bespectacled man from Japan. He had soon been nicknamed Tokyo Joe and the title became so universal that Nagara adopted it for his business.
    More refined establishments on Oahu didn't willingly welcome grunts like Paxton and his brothers in arms, fearful of what would happen if men from different services ran into each other while inebriated. There was little love lost between the navy flyboys and men from the corps, both sides considering the other to be inferior fighters. Tokyo Joe's Bar and Grill was one of the few places that allowed all comers from all services without question. In gratitude for this attitude, it was deemed neutral territory by all branches of the US armed forces, a sanctuary from their petty rivalries. Anyone who started a fight in Tokyo Joe's could mess that up for everyone. So, a simple rule was instituted: if you had a beef, you took it outside. Otherwise the military police were liable to take it out on everyone. Paxton had seen the MPs in action. They had truncheons and sidearms on their side, not to mention military law, so, one way or another, the MPs always won every battle.
    Mitsuo Nagara had gone home to Japan in August, but before leaving he made certain his bar and grill didn't change its easygoing attitude towards servicemen. Management of Tokyo Joe's shifted to the old man's nephew Tetsuzo, and niece Kissy. The same open door policy remained in place for all the servicemen from Pearl Harbour and Hickam Field. As long as you had money to spend and the good sense to keep any