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Show CHAPTER I "Satterwhite1a Siberia" as the Colonel's enlisted man called it, consisted of a blocklike building put up by the Japanese for a parachute school and now used as HQ and barracks for the troops; and a line of officers' houses, all identical and all depressing. The other American organization in Oji, the Intelligence Detachments, had a CP and a lovely, trae-studded housing area high above the bay in Naka (Middle) Oji, quite different from the Engineers' wind-blasted spit of land. "What were they thinking of," Dinah Satterwhite, the Colonel's wife, asked one morning at breakfast, "putting a school here?" Outside lay a network of duckboards and a coffering of puddles; at the far end the flag streamed in the wind, though Naka, visible across the water, seamed always to bask in sunshine. "Anybody could avoid a swamp." The Colonel glanced out desultorily. "No point in ruining good farmland." She sighed. "Worse than Camp Wolters." "Wolters wasn't bad." Mrs Satterwhite ponderari. If one blotted out the lower section - used a bottom lid to obstruct the duckboards - the picture was better. Rather pretty, in fact: in the sun, |