Noboru smiled slightly, entertained by the prospect of getting his job back.
"A few hours sitting in a dark cell scratching at a wall with a ball-point pen. Go look on the wall; i'm not kidding." After a quick guffaw, he fast-forwarded to the full story.
"While I was in there balled up in my own little slice of heaven, I realized 'hey, maybe i'm not cut out for GI duty'. And I had a little flashback to sprinting past that one wounded soldier in the cave and realized something. An 'epiphany' of sorts, if you will. I realized that if I hadn't heard her, I would have sprinted right past her- placing both myself and the survivors in imminent danger. And I don't do imminent danger. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I don't really care if I'm taken off Infantry, just as long as I don't get booted from the Peacekeeping Force. If it helps; I had basic medical training in school.
"Then again, if you give me a mop and bucket i'll clean the entire ship top to bottom."
Satisfied with his speech, Noboru leaned back slightly in his chair.
"Oh, and sorry about the "exchange" back in the hangar bay; as you can understand I was still a little peeved, if you'll accept the term, Commodore."