the officer, murakami's name, told him to step forward. he hesitated. just fill one and then you can go back to your unit, is sergeant said. he just stood there, the sergeant tried again. there are lots of officers from other units. their men are killing prisoners. and the company commander wants to show them that our men can do this too. you should do this as quickly as possible, just kill one and you can go back. the company sergeant said kills them or you will be killed by the company commander. why don't you do that? the officer was growing impatient and barked at the sergeant. why did you tell your men to do it quickly? this is the order of the emperor. murakami thought i have no choice. in training he had stabbed large balls stuffed with straw. he stepped forward with his rifle. the man in front of him was a filipino. highs filled with fear. he tightened his grip on the rifle, flexed his knees, thrust his weapon for word that a point where he imagined the man's heart was. he heard a kind of clicked or snap like a stick breaking. he guessed he had