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"
Pretty
slick
talk
.
They
must
love
you
over
at
PR
.
How
many
tongues
you
figure
you
have
?
"
"
Only
the
one
the
Lord
saw
fit
to
bestow
Americans
with
.
Though
I
hear
Russians
and
Cretans
have
two
.
"
"
Well
I
hear
there
’
s
a
Japanese
god
who
pulls
out
the
tongues
of
liars
.
Don
’
t
do
anything
to
get
yours
in
trouble
.
"
"
Perish
the
thought
.
"
The
corner
of
the
training
field
Rita
and
the
photographer
were
standing
on
caught
the
full
force
of
the
wind
coming
off
the
ocean
.
In
the
middle
of
the
giant
field
,
146
men
from
the
17th
Company
of
the
301st
Japanese
Armored
Infantry
Division
were
frozen
in
neat
rows
along
the
ground
.
It
was
a
kind
of
training
called
iso
push
-
ups
.
Rita
hadn
’
t
seen
it
before
.
The
rest
of
Rita
’
s
squad
stood
a
short
distance
away
,
their
thick
,
bristly
arms
jutting
out
before
them
.
They
were
busy
doing
what
soldiers
did
best
,
which
was
mocking
those
less
fortunate
than
themselves
.
Maybe
this
is
how
they
practice
bowing
?
Hey
,
samurai
!
Try
picking
up
a
sword
after
an
hour
of
that
!
None
of
Rita
’
s
squadmates
would
go
near
her
within
thirty
hours
of
an
attack
.
It
was
an
unspoken
rule
.
The
only
people
who
dared
approach
her
were
a
Native
American
engineer
who
couldn
’
t
hardly
see
straight
and
the
photographer
,
Ralph
Murdoch
.
"
They
don
’
t
move
at
all
?
"
Rita
seemed
doubtful
.
"
No
,
they
just
hold
that
position
.
"
