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Shigematsu and his wife return to Hiroshima We walked on northwards. By the bank skirting the Gokoku Shrine a sentry stood with his rifle at order. Closer to, we found he was dead at his post, his back propped against the embankment, his eyes wide and staring... "why - just like the soldier with his bugle," said Shigeko. |
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