Just before I entered the tent this morning, I heard stifled sobbing from the alleyway behind it. A middle aged man in a khaki uniform sat on a log. He glanced at me. His face was puffy from crying.
- "What's wrong? Do you need help?"
- "No, just leave me alone!"
I turned around to leave, but then heard the sobs again. I came back and sat next to the soldier.
- "Things couldn't be that bad! How can I help you?"
He cried harder and ran from the alley.
The evening was hot. There was no breeze, and the leaves on the trees hung lifeless and dusty. The kids weren't back yet, so I sat by an open window, waiting for them.
The car drove into the yard, and immediately the shouts rang out in alarm. The soldiers helped to carry a body from the Jeep and laid it on the grass. It was General Yokoyama. His son, Aishi, knelt by his father, crumpling his hands in anxiety.
- "What happened? Is the General OK?"
Aishi could hardly speak:
- "No! We were attacked in town!"
- "What?! By whom?"
Aishi pointed at his clothes. They were covered with feathers.
- "By birds! So many of them, and they didn't care, what we did to them!"
Aishi was screaming in terror. Amur hugged him around the shoulders and quietly implored: "It's alright, you're safe now! You don't need to say anything!"
The General didn't suffer any serious damage, but because of his recent injuries in the bear attack, he just wasn't strong enough to withstand any physical exertion. Aishi had more small wounds and scratches, though, especially, on his head, back, and shoulders, because, when the General fainted, he covered his father's body with his own. I occupied myself with tending to him, while carefully questioning him about, what happened.
I made Aishi take some drink with valerian root and lie down. When he fell asleep, I went to see to the General.
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