The guns had quieted down some as I started back toward the bunker and I was thinking about how I was going to explain all this blood on my blouse.
I could see the shocked look on everyone’s face when they saw me. “I’m not hurt,” I said. “I was trying to help a wounded sailor but he died anyway. It’s a mess out there. I don’t understand. Why have they attacked us?”
No one knew the answer to this. Later that night, Cole came and got me and the baby and walked us home. He told me that all three of them had to ship out that night. I understood but I was afraid.
When he left, he gave me a wad of money. “From all three of us,” he said, “it should be enough to get you back to Addison Georgia.”
But I knew I couldn’t go. I needed to look after the Japanese soldier. For some reason, I felt responsible for him.
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