One day Second Lieutenant Ono said to us, You have never killed anyone yet, so today we shall have some killing practice. You must not consider the Chinese as a human being, but only as something of rather less value than a dog or cat. Be brave! Now, those who wish to volunteer, step forward. No one moved. The lieutenant lost his temper. You cowards! he shouted. Not one of you is fit to call himself a Japanese soldier. So no one will volunteer? Well then, Ill order you. And he began to call out names, Otani - Furukawa - Ueno - Tajima! (My God - me too!) I raised my bayoneted gun with trembling hands, and - directed by the lieutenants almost hysterical cursing - I walked slowly towards the terror-stricken Chinese standing beside the pit - the grave he had helped to dig. In my heart, I begged his pardon, and - with my eyes shut and the lieutenants curses in my ears - I plunged the bayonet into the petrified Chinese. When I opened my eyes again, he had slumped down into the pit. Murderer! Criminal! I called myself. amazon/The-Rape-Nanking-Forgotten-Holocaust/dp/0465068367
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