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Huang Hoi Sei leveled his sniper rifle at the American squad and
fired. His bullet, an iron angel of death, sped toward its target and
hit its mark. An American soldier screamed in agony as the color
of his trousers turned from a deep caramel to a blood red stain. As
the rest of the squad searched for the assassin, Sei worked
feverishly to reload his rifle without the Americans noticing him.
Something in his mind told him to retreat to another tree, but the
ropes that held him in his lofty bunker and his fierce Japanese
spirit said otherwise. But as he finished the last steps of reloading
his rifle, out of the corner of his eye he say an American soldier.
As he turned to face the American, the soldier ran back into the
jungle. Sei fired several rounds into the mess of trees and foliage,
knowing that he had not killed the American, but frightened him,
possibly even sending him back to the beach he and the other
Americans had come from, for today, an American invasion force
had come to knock the Japanese off of the island they were on.
But as Sei looked back at the squad of Americans, he saw that one
of them was pointing a rifle at him. He hurried again to reload his
rifle, but it was too late. The American had already fired two
rounds into his cranium.