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Brown Corpus
Fresh on his mind were events of the past day when his whole regiment was destroyed in the hills.
They had fought from caves, and the marines resorted to burning them out.
Even now, like a ringing in his ears, he heard the wooooosh of flame-throwers squirting great orange billows.
A wave of flame rippling through their cave had reached Nagamo, his friend, and with a shriek the man bolted through the entrance, then slowed to the jerky walk of a puppet, his uniform blazing.
The marines let him advance.
When he sank on his knees, they had allowed him to char without administering the stroke of mercy.
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