In the fuzzy world of Japan's new democracy it seemed like a Shinto nightmare. Two thousand hard-jawed Japanese, in jackboots and military khaki, clomped down the gangplank of the transport that had brought them from prison camps in Siberia to their home in Dai Nippon. They clenched fists, bawled the Internationale and the Song of the Kolkhoz.
Many a shocked compatriot on shore remembered how these men had sailed away, in the days of the Co-Prosperity Sphere, with a similar purposeful spirit and disciplined jingoist chants. The official welcoming partytalkative bureaucrats, beaming...
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