Human Bullets: A Soldier's Story of Port ArthurSakurai, Tadayoshi
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Human Bullets: A Soldier's Story of Port Arthur
Sakurai, Tadayoshi
Lüshun (China) -- History -- Siege, 1904-1905
I was thus left lying alone surrounded by dead and dying. This
moment was the most hallowed, the most painfully sad, and the most
exasperating in my life. I repeated to myself Nelson’s words, “Thank
heaven, I have done my duty!” and comforted myself with the idea that,
though doomed to failure, I had done my whole life’s work. I thought
of nothing else. I was only conscious that the life-blood of a man
twenty-five years of age was fast flowing to its speedy exhaustion, but
did not feel the pain of the wounds at all. A number of the Russians
were going to and fro in the trenches only a few _ken_ from me and
firing at our surviving men, each Russian using five or six rifles in
turn. While I was watching their action with wide-open eyes, one of
them turned back and noticed my being still alive. He signaled to the
others, and three or four shots visited me at once. They fixed their
bayonets and came jumping toward me. I shut my eyes. I was about to
be butchered. My body was not of iron and stone to begin with, and
its limbs were shattered and had no power to resist or chase the
enemy. I could not escape from the poisonous teeth of the wolves. But
Providence had not forsaken me yet. At this critical moment I only
heard the din of a close fight near me, but was spared the point of an
unknown savage’s bayonet. As they rushed toward me, five or six of our
survivors encountered them, fought them, and all fell. And I who had
had nothing but sure death to wait for was saved at the cost of my poor
comrades’ lives. By this sacrifice was my faint breathing continued.
At this juncture a man jumped up the earthworks with a loud yell, and
his sword raised high in the air. Who was this brave fellow who stormed
the enemy’s trenches single-handed? I was astonished at his audacity.
But alas! a shot came flying from somewhere, hit him, and he fell at my
right side, as if crumbling down. He faced death as if returning home.
He had jumped up there bravely all alone to seek death, and attracted
the enemy’s attention by his triumphant cry.
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