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Weapons of choiceOn the other hand we do have a shitload of resentment and fear and outright loathing to contend with. I'm going to have my hands full keeping your crew out of a prison camp." He could see that Miyazaki was about to leap to the defense of his men. Holding up one hand, he plowed on. "I know. It's not fair. But that's just tough shit. I know that you've slaved your CI to the Clinton. I've told Spruance that, but it means nothing to him. He won't rest easy until he sees an American in charge of that ship." "A black woman?" scoffed Miyazaki. "You think that will please him?" Kolhammer smiled weakly. "Well, he can't have everything his own way, can he." He felt real sympathy for the youngster. His behavior during the battle had been entirely proper and courageous. Under different circumstances it would have earned him a medal. Instead, he stood implicitly accused of being untrustworthy and dishonorable. Of lacking giri. There weren't many worse insults you could hand a Japanese fighting man, but Kolhammer had no choice ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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