We know--how to die.
Four of us--fell fighting--in Japan.

I am dying! What a pity!" His head sank lower.

His breath grew faint His voice died away in unintelligible words.

After a brief silence he spoke again.
The words he used were Japanese.

In his weakened consciousness all he could recollect was the language he learnt from his Japanese mother--the mother he despised when he became a man and knew his history.
Winter and Brett were now holding him.