Shooting a Fifth Columnist

Another sergeant and I had caught a guy sneaking around the hills. We didn’t know what he was and our orders had been that if you see anything suspicious apprehend him and bring him in. So when we yelled at him, he wouldn’t stop. So this guy I was with shot him, but he rolled down a hill. So we had to go down, by the time we got him to pick him up he was dead. And he had just a very light shirt on, we yanked his shirt open for some reason and here he had indelible oriental characters all over his chest. So we figured that didn’t seem normal so we picked him up, we were going to take him back to company headquarters but we had to carry the sucker about 200 yards up a steep hill. So I told Steve, “Next time you shoot one of these guys, let me know and I’ll catch him on the way down.” Anyway, it turned out we got back and Intelligence figured out that he was a Fifth Columnist of some kind because all these marking were related to all our gun emplacements and stuff, not only ours but all the defense.