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'After a time I began to hear voices。 I did not speak Japanese but I understood enough to get by； it was something
I did not want him to know。 At length the blindfold was removed。 We were in the midst of a Japanese camp。 It wasn't anything like what I had pictured。 In fact； I was aghast； I thought for an instant that he had taken me to a hospital； it hardly seemed like a military camp at all。 For one thing； most of the soldiers were either lying down or sitting。 I saw no troops as such； no guards。
'We were near the water； though on which side of the island I could not tell。 I saw the water clearly through a gap in the vegetation。 I watched for a time； totally unmolested； while the man who had brought me spoke with several of his fellows who were identically dressed。 These seemed to be the only operational men in the camp。 At first I tried to pay attention to what they were talking about； but they were either …speaking too fast or in some dialect I had never heard because I couldn't understand… them。
'Dawn had broken and there was a white line just above the horizon。 I knew I must be looking east。 I saw a smudge ing into view and then another simultaneously； I heard a heavy drone from the northwest； in the direction of Luzon。 It was the Two Hundred and First。 I looked up。 The Zeros were black and bloated against the pale sky。 The night's clouds had melted away。
'The Zeros passed low over us； headed out to sea； towards the dark smudges containing the horizon； ing closer。 ' 〃You know they go to attack your ships。〃 'I started。 A thin Japanese stood beside me。 He was on crutches。 His left trouser…leg was pinned back at the knee but he'd surely die of malnutrition before his stump would begin to bother him。
' 〃You speak English very well；〃 I said。 ' 〃Yes。〃 He was still staring out at the moving targets as they closed with one another。 〃They will not e back。 None of them。 Onishi has seen to that。〃 I understand that he meant the new Vice…Admiral。 He shook his head sadly。 〃They say； you know； that he helped Yamamoto plan the Pearl Harbor attack。〃 He clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth。 〃It's hard to believe。 It seems so long ago。〃 His head turned。 〃Do you speak Japanese？。 No？ Pity。〃 He turned back。 The
Zeros were nearing our ships。 You could see the batteries begin to fire。 Black clouds with orange bits in their centres exploded； eerily silent until； moments later； the reports found us； shook the air。 〃No； they won't e back； those boys。 They're on a one…way mission。〃
'Abruptly； his words penetrated the fog which had surrounded me since I had e into the camp。 〃Do you mean to tell me；〃 I exclaimed； 〃that they're on suicide missions？ The plane and the pilot。。。？〃
' 〃One big maneuverable bomb； yes。〃 The Japanese stood quite still。 Tears seemed to be standing in the corners of his eyes but there was no change in his voice。 〃Vice…Admiral Onishi's idea。 It's a desperation move。 He had a time convincing the others but he managed it。〃 He said something in Japanese which I took to be a curse。 〃Not enough of us have died for this 'noble cause'。 The Emperor still sends his sons into a war which we have already lost。〃 Far away； on the white and black horizon； the Zeros were leaving the sky。 ^_There came a sharp call from behind me。 I did not need to understand the language to know that my captor wanted me。 I walked away from the crippled soldier； saying； 〃You ought to get something to eat。〃
'He laughed shortly。 〃If I could； do you think I'd be here now？〃
〃What about a hospital？〃
〃Won't take you in unless you bring your own food；〃 he said。 His eyes were clear。 I could see his ribs underneath his uniform blouse。 I thought： What am I doing？ He is the enemy。 〃We're all dying of malnutrition。 We can't get into the hospital and our unit's booted us out because we can't fight any more。 It's not a soldier's end。 There's no honour in any of this。〃 He stared at me and； for a moment； there seemed to be no difference between us。
'Then my captor had hold of me and； barking harshly； he pushed me towards another part of the camp。 Here； too； soldiers littered the ground。 It seemed pathetic。
'He carried with him a small black satchel which I hadn't noticed before。 It was over this that they seemed to be arguing。 There were perhaps four of them。 They might have been brothers。 Now I regretted not asking my unexpected friend who these men were。 It was clear that they weren't regular army。 To one side； I saw what was obviously a cooking fire。 There was a black iron pot。 By its side was a small pile of what the Japanese called famote； the diminutive Philippine potatoes that taste rather like a conventional sweet potato。 There were also some withered tubers。 These were obviously their rations： all the food they possessed。
'The man who had brought me produced a series of cans he had obviously stolen from our camp。 How he had spirited this food away I could not imagine； but there it was。
〃They began to argue all over again … I suppose about who would get how much。 My captor hustled me away； shoved me down towards a group of supine men。 It was clear that he wanted me to work on them。 Now I understood why I had been spared。 He knew very well what I was。 I began to wonder what else he knew about me。
'I turned to the soldiers。 In truth there wasn't much I could do for them。 I was without my instruments and my medicines。 But they would not have been much help。 My friend had been quite correct in his analysis of the situation。 The Japanese were dying of malnutrition。
'At length I got up； went over to the man who had brought me。
' 〃I'm sorry；〃 I said； 〃but there's nothing I can do。〃
'He hit me without warning。 I didn't even see where the blow came from。 One moment I was standing and talking to him； the next I was on my ass in the mud。
' 〃They need food；〃 I said inanely。
'He reached down and hauled me up。 There seemed to be no expression in his eyes。 He hit me again； this time harder； with the edge of his hand。 It felt like I had been struck by a cement mixer。 I went down and stayed down。
'It was dark when I awoke。 I had a splitting headache and my right shoulder didn't seem to work。 It was odd。 I could wiggle my fingers； even make a loose fist； but I couldn't raise my arm even an inch。
'I was in a tent； lying on something hard。 Now I could tell
it wasn't the ground。 I had my jacket and fatigue shirt on but no pants。 I was naked from the waist down。 I tried to move but couldn't。 My entire body seemed to pulse with pain。 There were flashes behind my eyes and I wondered what he had done to my nerves。
'Shortly after； he came in。 I didn't hear him but felt some stirring of the humid air。 His face loomed over me。 He had removed the lampblack from his face but not the black clothing。 This apparently was his uniform。
'〃What is your troop strength？〃 he asked。
'I understood。 Having proved useless in my healing capacity； I was now a fully…fledged prisoner of war。 I knew what that meant。
'I told him my name。
' 〃How much firepower have you？〃
'I told him my name。
'〃With which units will you rendezvous？〃
'I told him my name。
〃What is the American time…table for link…up？〃
'This time I varied it。 I gave him my rank and serial number。
' 〃When do the Americans plan to launch their invasion of Luzon？〃
' 〃Luzon has already been invaded；〃 I said。 〃By the Japanese。〃
'Then he began to work on me。 He used nothing but the ends of four fingers： his two thumbs and forefingers。 No blades； no heat； no drugs； no wire； no water。 None of the traditional interrogator's tools。 He had no need for anything so crude。
'He worked on me for the whole of the night … more than ten hours。 Oh； not constantly； of course； I never could have taken that。 And at the end of that time there was not a mark on my body。
'He was； truly； a magician。 He worked on the nerves。 Not just the major nerve centres as might be expected； but the nerve chains themselves。 Just his fingers squeezing。
'Everything else ceased to exist。 He saw to that。 It became； after a while； a kind of sensory deprivation situation： I felt nothing but pain。 Even the two or three times I urinated； I couldn't feel it； only smelled it for a