南京大虐殺・従軍慰安婦強制連行の嘘

I looked at the young pole. Where had I seen starvation like that before? It was on Biak Island, too. The picture of a native war canoe came up in memory -- paddling slowly toward the shore near our camp, the Japanese prisoners escorted from it by armed, half –naked natives, at the end of the line several so starved that they could not stand to walk, thinner even than this Pole. Oh, we had not starved them in a prison camp like the Germans. We had been too "civilized," too clever for that. We had let them starve themselves in the jungle (their own fault) by simply not accepting their surrender, It was simple, and one was not bothered by burning eyes of famine or danger of disease. A few miles of jungle hid and smothered all of that. It was only necessary to shoot a few men advancing to surrender with their hands in the air. (“You can’t trust a Jap to surrender. He'll throw a grenade at you. The only way is to kill him right now." Or one could be more blunt about it and shout to an enemy emissary, as our infantry officers boasted of doing at the west caves, "Get back in there and fight it out, you sons of bitches."