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My cousin has trained beside American soldiers for nineteen years. He's a sergeant in Japan's Ground Self-Defense Force, which is, basically, our army. He's trained with your soldiers in Washington state, with your Marines in California, and with both of them at home in Japan. Last month, I asked him to ask the men in his unit one question. Forty of them answered. "What did the Americans teach you that isn't in any manual?" Japanese soldiers have a manual for everything. This was a hard question. "They sing while they run. Loudly. Badly. About things I will not translate for my mother." (Private first class, 23) "I gave a Marine a pickled plum. He made a face like he'd been shot. Then he asked for another one. Now his whole platoon calls me 'Plum.'" (Corporal, 26. California.) "In our army, a private does not ask an officer why. I watched an American private ask his captain why. The captain explained. The private had a better idea. They used it. I thought about that for a year." (Lieutenant, 29. Washington.) "Every night in the tents, they passed around photos of their kids like baseball cards. In three weeks, I learned the names of eleven American children. I have never met them. I still wonder how they're doing." (Sergeant first class, 38) "On Thanksgiving, an American sergeant took two of us home to his family. His grandmother sent us back to base with a plate for every man in our squad. Eleven plates. Foil on every one. Our commander wrote her a thank-you letter in very formal English. She wrote back, 'Anytime, sweetheart.'" (Private, 21. California.) Then my cousin asked the oldest man in the unit. The sergeant major. He's 54. Thirty-two years in uniform. In 1994, he was a 22-year-old private on the very first joint exercise in Washington state. On the second week, on a long march through the hills, he couldn't keep up. His legs were gone. He was about to fall out in front of the Americans, which for a young Japanese soldier is worse than dying. An American staff sergeant named Odell dropped back next to him, unbuckled his pack, and swung it onto his own shoulders. He carried two packs for six miles. He didn't say a word. At the end, the private tried to thank him, bowing, in terrible English. Odell looked confused. "What pack?" On the last day, Odell shook his hand and told him one thing. "Someday, you carry somebody's. That's how you pay me back." On New Year's Day 2024, a huge earthquake hit the Noto Peninsula. The sergeant major's unit went in. The roads were broken. Houses were down. Snow. He found an old woman, 86, sitting alone outside what had been her house. No way down but a road that wasn't a road anymore. He put her on his back and carried her three kilometers down the mountain. He says he could hear one voice in his head the whole way. In English. Last month, thirty years late, he tracked down Odell through some old exercise buddies. Retired. 61. South Dakota. He sent one message. He told him about the old woman. He told him he had finally paid him back. At three in the morning, Japan time, the reply came. "Told you, Private."

Myrna Lozada was sitting beside me when OCIF Commissioner Natalia Zequeira told me I did not need to inject additional capital into Euro Pacific Bank. Yet when OCIF later closed the bank for insufficient capital, Myrna refused to put what she had witnessed in writing. Myrna, of Goldman, Antonetti & Córdova, P.S.C., had represented the bank before OCIF since its move to Puerto Rico in 2017. We relied on her and her firm’s expertise to comply with OCIF’s requirements. At our November 2021 meeting with the Commissioner, I offered to inject $7 million. The Commissioner told me not to. She said the bank could continue operating with its existing capital while OCIF reviewed the proposed change of control. Once approved, the new owner would supply the additional capital needed to meet the regulatory minimum. Myrna subsequently spoke with another OCIF official who confirmed that understanding. This was no incidental remark. Capital was a central issue, I offered a concrete solution, and the Commissioner expressly told me that my proposed contribution was unnecessary. From that meeting until the bank’s closure on June 30, 2022, Myrna never sent me or anyone at the bank a single email advising that additional capital was required. She knew the bank’s capital position. Her conduct throughout those months was consistent with precisely what I remember: OCIF had agreed that the additional capital could wait for approval of the change of control. I believe OCIF subsequently used the very capital shortfall it had allowed as a pretext to close the bank, coordinating with the IRS and ATO to present the closure as a J5 victory against tax evasion and money laundering. The bank was never told that the Commissioner had changed her position or that my offer to contribute capital should be revisited. When the bank was closed, the law firm we had relied on refused to continue representing me, forcing me to find new counsel. When I later asked Myrna to sign an affidavit documenting the Commissioner’s assurance, she claimed she could not remember it. I find that explanation impossible to accept. She heard the assurance, discussed it with me, and obtained confirmation from another OCIF official. For months afterward, she never advised us to act contrary to it. Yet when documenting that assurance became critical, she said she could no longer recall it. I believe her refusal was about protecting her relationship with OCIF and the Commissioner, whose goodwill mattered to her future practice. In my view, she put that relationship ahead of the client who had relied on her for years. She accepted years of legal fees to help us comply with OCIF’s requirements. But when OCIF acted against the bank on an issue she had personally helped us address, she would neither continue representing us nor document what she had witnessed. That is why I regard her conduct as a profound betrayal.

Some people will sleep beside you every night and still make you feel completely alone. They'll lie, betray your trust, withhold affection, dismiss your feelings, and slowly chip away at your confidence. Then when you finally react to the hurt, they'll ask why you're "so sensitive," "so insecure," or "always causing problems." They want the benefits of your love, loyalty, patience, and forgiveness without taking responsibility for the pain they create. They'll wound you, watch you struggle, and then convince you that your reaction to the wound is the real issue. That's what emotional manipulation looks like. One of the saddest things is watching someone spend years trying to prove their worth to a person who already sees it. The problem was never that they didn't know your value. The problem was that your self-doubt made it easier to control you. The right people won't make you earn basic respect, beg for honesty, or constantly question your own reality. Love should feel like a place of safety, not a never-ending test of your worth.

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