CHAPTER 18
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OGAWA TOOK ITS STATUTORY gun in his left hand and a knife on the right, and waited for the onslaught of attackers in the middle of the smoke. He knew that this was his last move, and was prepared to play it in an honorable way. His grandfather had been captain of the Japanese army in the World War II, and had fallen at Iwo Jima. Arturo Ogawa would be a worthy carrier of his name and would pass to his offspring a legacy from which they could be proud.
Surprisingly close arose in the smoke a bearded face and a fuzzy body dressed in a uncertain uniform, both saw each other at the same time, but the Ogawa knife was faster. His hand was filled with blood, the man breathed a sigh and dropped his weapon; the Colonel pushed the body backwards with his foot and cont
