I was just 18 at that time. And like most young men I wanted to serve my country. Put on a uniform and do our business. Well, about three weeks after the bombing we got word that we of Japanese ancestry were declared to be 4-C. 1-A is physically fit and mentally alert. 4-F is something’s wrong with you physically or mentally. 4-C is the designation for “enemy alien.” I was made an enemy, and as a result, I was not qualified to put on the uniform. So I couldn’t be drafted, I couldn’t volunteer. So we got together, Japanese Americans, and began petitioning the President to say, “Look, give us an opportunity to show our stuff.” And in December of 1942 a decision was made, was announced in January, that they’ll take volunteers to form a Japanese American regiment. And 85 percent of those in Hawaii who were qualified volunteered. Pretty good. To make a long story short, I got in at 18. I was second to the last to get in, because I was exempted, because I was in the Aid Station, and I was in college as a pre-med. Doctors and pre-meds were set aside as essential, and those of us in the Aid Station were considered essential. So I quit school, I quit my job, and I went back and I said, “I’m ready.” So I got in. I was one of the youngest in the regiment. I got a commission. I was too young, but they gave me a commission when I was 20. But at the age of 19 I was a platoon leader.