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Police officer (junsa) Charles Lennox
Age 25
Height 6'0"
Weight 165lbs
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When I moved to Tokyo, it was real culture shock. Everything was different, but they were heavily westernized. There were McDonalds but also their own foods. The city was lit up like Las Vegas, there were thousands of people crossing the roads at any one time, and there were strange characters appearing on the TVs all the time. This was the land my grandfather fought against in World War II, but I marveled at how they were just like us and in some cases-better. They were always on the cutting edge of technology, the people were polite, and hard working.
I took this job as a police officer in Tokyo after being discharged from the service and didn't know where to go from there. I heard that there were positions overseas for westerners. The pay was great, and I enjoyed the patrols, but at the same time I was still trying to learn the ropes because I didn't know Japanese all too well, but most of the Japanese knew at least some English. Our station in downtown Tokyo was humming along with activity. Like any station there were the bums, the hardened crooks, and the occasional drunk college student, but what set us apart from most stations was the high amount of Western people there, I wasn't the only guy from America working as an officer.
This day I showed up for my shift, dropped off my bag in my locker, and went into the conference room for our shift supervisor, Duke, to begin his roll-call and briefing. Since I was a few minutes early I grabbed a cup of coffee and sat near the back of the small room opening up my notebook and going through yesterday's notes.
Age 25
Height 6'0"
Weight 165lbs
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/4b/91/81/4b918133349667575e546cee478c153b.jpg
When I moved to Tokyo, it was real culture shock. Everything was different, but they were heavily westernized. There were McDonalds but also their own foods. The city was lit up like Las Vegas, there were thousands of people crossing the roads at any one time, and there were strange characters appearing on the TVs all the time. This was the land my grandfather fought against in World War II, but I marveled at how they were just like us and in some cases-better. They were always on the cutting edge of technology, the people were polite, and hard working.
I took this job as a police officer in Tokyo after being discharged from the service and didn't know where to go from there. I heard that there were positions overseas for westerners. The pay was great, and I enjoyed the patrols, but at the same time I was still trying to learn the ropes because I didn't know Japanese all too well, but most of the Japanese knew at least some English. Our station in downtown Tokyo was humming along with activity. Like any station there were the bums, the hardened crooks, and the occasional drunk college student, but what set us apart from most stations was the high amount of Western people there, I wasn't the only guy from America working as an officer.
This day I showed up for my shift, dropped off my bag in my locker, and went into the conference room for our shift supervisor, Duke, to begin his roll-call and briefing. Since I was a few minutes early I grabbed a cup of coffee and sat near the back of the small room opening up my notebook and going through yesterday's notes.