Pvt. Morimoto Offers Philosophy of Islanders
in the faces of the marching men. Perspiration streamed and darkened their dusty uniforms. Then came a rest. The man fell out. A few lighted cigarettes. Pvt. Tadashi Morimoto cradled his rifle and carefully wiped his rimless glasses. Through those glasses Pvt. Morimoto had looked at books and at life and had acquired a master’s