SAM Chitose, 1945 “It’s not true. Say it again and I’ll hit you. ” The army sergeant looked at me directly for a moment before he turned his eyes aside and lowered his head. “Go ahead, but it’s still true. Look around.” I couldn’t find any words. I turned away, but had to steady myself before I walked back across the platform to the train and the waiting cadets. They had slept on the ferry, tired from roughhousing all day through the long train journey, but I had sat up, troubled by the tough crossing from Aomori, rumors that the straits were mined, and thoughts of enemy bombers. At Sapporo I had marched them quickly to the waiting train that would take us to Chitose and ordered them to stay in their seats. I had gone back to the platform to find out what was happening, why Sapporo Station, which should have been bustling, felt so dead. It’s not true, I thought. It can’t be true. The Emperor can’t have spoken on the radio.
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