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...trained and the system, on the academic side, did well," he recalled last week. "But it did far better in brainwashing pupils in the cult of emperor worship. The whole six-year compulsory education was dedicated to fukoku kyohei [enrich the nation, strengthen soldiers]. Boys in the class were shaven-pated like Japanese soldiers in their barracks. Like soldiers, too, they were expected to snap to attention each time the teacher dropped that sacred word, tenno [emperor]. They did-like so many Orwellian robots...
Stately, plump...gurgling face...equine in its length...hair, grained and hued like pale oak...shadowed face and sullen oval jowl recalled a prelate...great searching eyes...hollow beneath his underlip...curling shaven lips...white glittering teeth...Cranly...
When he looked at the exposed leg, a broad grin crept over his clean-shaven face. Oblivious of the girl's tortured movements, he beckoned his assistant over to the bed. "Mira," he said, and began to laugh. "El trabajo del brujo." The work of the witch. He pointed to the streaks of tobacco dye that covered the bruises on the girl's leg. An expert in herbal medicine in the girl's village had applied the tobacco in line with an ancient tradition that prescribes herbal cures for injuries of all kinds. The girl, her leg still swollen with...
William R. Corson, the newest recruit, stands in curious contrast to his brethren. A retired Marine Corps colonel-a veteran of World War II, Korea, Viet Nam and duties with the CIA - he is a clean-shaven, shorthair type. His level stare could still panic any ex-G.I. who meets him with shoes unpolished. But Corson's bill of particulars against the republic is far from novel. In fact, it is sobering to recognize how closely his analysis resembles that of the New Left six or seven years ago, minus the hysterical rhetoric...
...first sign of trouble, Captain Andrew Erbeck told the passengers to crouch on the floor. Before he could order the 707's doors closed, a clean-shaven young man in a white sweater ran to the foot of the steps, a canister in his outstretched hand. "They're coming with grenades!" First Officer Robert Davison shouted. "Get the people out of here!" It was too late...