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Show She sighed at the thought. "Wish something could be done about it." "I do too," said the Colonel, "but I can't think what. In the meantime" - he poured down the last of his coffee -- "we'd better get ready. We leave at ten." She looked at him pertly. "Why rush? Where are we going?" "Takahama." "Takahama." She repeated the name, questioningly. "Near Uchida? Why there?" He shrugged. "The committee's choice. Nice beach, off the beaten path." "They might have found someplace nearer. How long will it take?" "Half an hour." "Mm." Tipping her cup, she drank the last of the coffee. "Staff car?" "Certainly not. Private transportation. It's only a picnic." And as he left she sighed; too GI far his own good. She watched him stride off toward the CP, to give final instructions to Headquarters Company (who were to stay behind); then she rose and left to get ready, just as a small boat, loaded with passengers, chugged lazily northward toward the exit from Oji Bay. It contained a number of Detachment members, not riding private transportation. Oji lay on the Asiatic side of Japan, and all during spring |