John had always excelled in the ways of war. Alongside the Buffalo Soldiers, he now had a worthwhile target in his former white slavers. His armed crusades continued across Europe with the Harlem Hellfighters during WWI. And again in the brotherhood of the 92nd during WWII. The 20th century was the bloodiest yet...
Fidel: I'm born in the 1940s, which is shit, because I miss a lot of the good stuff. I'm usually OK to do the Bay of Pigs, though, and obviously - Hell - obviously I do Vietnam. I spend a lot of time in the conflicts in Africa too but, you know, so much of that is just about scaring the natives and I'm like, where's the craft in that? Give me proper war to fight, damn it; I'm not some psychopath who likes seeing infants cry! Iran and Iraq are starting to get good round this time, though Iran's no fun once the Shah's gone, I can tell you that. Kuwait's a good 'un, and I've tried the Balkan shit too, though again that's all so much "kill the civilian, kill the civilian, run from the tank!" and I'm like, Jesus guys, I'm a fucking professional, do you have to give me this shit?
Harry: Are you a soldier for most of your lives?
Fidel: Yeah. My dad's a soldier, which is where I guess I got most of it from - spend a lot of years growing up on Okinawa and, my God, the people there, they have something, I mean something iron inside, you gotta see it.
