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when I happened to meet her again much later and asked her about it, she
                didn't  remember.  She  was  handling  so  many  vivisections  it  was  routine.
                People who repeat evil acts do not remember them. There is no sense of

                doing wrong.
                      War means this, also. War is not just shooting. In order for Japan to
                win, all the Chinese were made prisoners, women's bellies were cut open,
                homes were burned. If you couldn't do this, then you weren't a loyal soldier
                of the emperor.

                      The  scene  in  the  room  was  not  a  typical  one  of  preparing  for  an
                operation, but a clamor. It was practice for army doctors for winning a war.
                If you made a disagreeable face, when you returned home you would be

                called a traitor or turncoat. If it were just me alone, I could tolerate it; but
                the  insulting  looks  would  be  cast  on  parents  and  siblings.  Even  if  one
                despises an act, one must bear it. From there, a person becomes accustomed
                to it.
                      We all received practice. It was  normal to smile at this. The crimes

                committed during our aggressive wars are forgotten, gone from memory. At
                the  time  they  were  "right."  If  you  are  praised,  you  must  go  ahead  and
                perform.

                      Surgery began. The man was given ether and dissected. His appendix
                was so small that it was like looking for a burrowing worm. I had to cut and
                search repeatedly. The blood flow was stopped, nerves were cut, bones were
                cut with a saw, and a tracheotomy was performed. Blood and air escaped
                from his body, and blood came foaming up. Practice time was two hours.
                The man died, and his body was thrown into a hole and buried. The burial
                area near the operating room was full, so we had to dig a hole farther away.

                We had received a request from a Japanese pharmaceutical manufacturer; I
                scraped samples from the outer covering of his brain, placed them into ten
                500-cc bottles with alcohol, and sent them to the company for rheumatism
                research.

                      The other man, the soldier, was still panting. The hospital head used
                him for hypodermic practice and injected air into him. Then, to kill him, he
                injected the same liquid used for anesthesia.
                      That was my first crime. After that, it was easy. Eventually I dissected

                fourteen Chinese.
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