According to history, the year 1942 actually happened. All I know is my grandpa kicked some incredible (Japanese) butt at the game "1942." What's even cooler than my 70+ year-old grandfather playing Nintendo games and being good at them, is that he was actually in World War II as a fighter pilot.
I can't make this stuff up. This isn't 10-Yard Fight we're talking about. This is the real deal: Nineteen-forty-frickin'-two. The Nazi's are getting too big for their britches, and the Japanese aren't going down without a big, long fight. What can one expect to see in this game? Green planes, white planes, desert plains, grassy plains, calm blue ocean, calm blue ocean, calm blue ocean: it's all present in this ONE GAME.
The real question is, how can one single Nintendo game encompass a single year of history in its entirety? That's a stupid question because it can't. The only thing this game could do, on any historical level, was bring my grandpa back to that tumultuous time; a time when the Japanese shot pizza bagels at the Americans; a time when the Americans' sole source of retaliation were machine guns that shot glorified Nerf pellets; a time when every enemy plane did constant corkscrews aimlessly, shooting their delicious bagels haphazardly into the air, with hopes that they'd hit you, the most incredible American pilot to ever grace the North Pacific Ocean for 32 levels. I remember asking my grandpa if the game 1942 was realistic. His response was to smirk and say, "D, it's scarier than it looks." I didn't really know what that meant, but it sure shut me up.
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