The trees in the garden were prickly white, and bundles of wooden prayer plaques had been tied to the racks outside, so I guessed that the snobby kids from the Imperial University must be having their examinations again. A crowd of GIs in khaki uniforms were gathered in the garden with their back...
Captain Takara — deep behind enemy lines. Slowly, I swept from side to side, as the huge American flag flicked on its pole, casting a shadow over the GIs who were ambling amongst the stalls below. Easy targets, I thought. One bullet left. Aim for the heart — There was a fl...
On the front of the dilapidated hotel was a hand-painted sign: Tokyo Foreign Correspondents’ Club. A staff car ground to a halt in the dirt road outside and I followed two Allied colonels up the worn steps, through a set of glass doors to a lobby, where correspondents stood in telephone booths, d...