1945

"Still think we should shoot the little bastard," muttered Halsey. Truman stifled a grin. The belligerent little admiral's thoughts weren't all that far from his own. He still had a hard time accepting that there was nothing Hirohito could have done to prevent the current phase of the war from ever starting in the first place, much less stopping it without outside help. Truman wondered if the emperor hadn't gotten a sort of religious conversion when he'd realized the war was lost. Perhaps he was actually maneuvering to keep his throne and for a place in history as a great humanitarian.

But, Truman thought, who the hell cares? End the war and worry later about what should have been done.

The phone rang and Halsey answered. "There's a break in the weather," he said as he hung up. "If we act right now, we might get some good pictures."

Truman and the two admirals raced out onto the flight deck, while Hirohito and Grew came from another room. Grew was the only person on the carrier Hirohito knew, and he had firmly refused to let the diplomat out of his sight. The former ambassador spoke fluent Japanese, which made him doubly valuable.

Hirohito and Truman took up stations by the edge of the deck. It occurred to Truman that, with just one little shove, one small emperor would suddenly find himself in the middle of a deep bay. The thought made him grin.

Cameras were hurriedly set up. In the background, the bulk of Mt. Kagoshima had become visible.

"Now," the photographer said. A movie camera was set up alongside the still photographer. It had all been well rehearsed. The two leaders stood beside each other, close but not touching. They would not shake hands as such contact was repugnant to Japanese males. They smiled and appeared as equals while the cameras whirred and clicked. More pictures were taken of them bowing toward each other at a depth that signified utmost mutual respect. Most Americans had little idea that a Japanese bow was filled with meaning. Too deep a bow and one signified subservience to the other; too shallow and it indicated dominance over the other. The bow had to be just right to convey the proper message of equality.

Several more pictures were taken while the light and the view remained. Halsey looked about nervously. If he could see the mountain, the Jap pilots could see the Midway. Granted the skies were filled with scores of American fighters and radar indicated nothing hostile in the area, but he remembered what happened to the Augusta and MacArthur. Halsey didn't want to go down in history as the admiral who lost the president of the United States. If the little Jap standing beside Truman got shot up, well, that was okay, but not the president of the United States.

"That's it," Truman said. "We have enough pictures and I'm freezing my butt off."

Grew translated the comment to Hirohito, who grinned and nodded. Truman wondered just how literal the translation had been and whether the emperor was a little less of a stick-in-the-mud than he appeared.

The executive officer of the carrier ran out onto the flight deck to intercept the group of men. He looked at all the assembled rank and directed his statement to Truman.

"Sir, we're receiving a broadcast from Tokyo. It says that Anami has been overthrown and that Admiral Ozawa and General Homma are now in charge. They're also saying they want to talk peace."

CHAPTER 78

KYUSHU, ROUND TOP

A Jap attack on Round Top could come from three directions. It could come from over the hill known as Mt. Ugly, or around either side of it. Because of the poor visibility caused by the rotten weather, a series of two-man listening posts had been established at each of the three points, with a fourth outpost coordinating and commanding the three.

Sergeant Collins had been in the command-outpost foxhole for several hours and longed for his watch to end. Along with being wet, cold, hungry, and miserable, the situation was scary. The weather remained bad, it was night, and he couldn't see more than a hundred feet in front. The thought that Japs could be just out of his view was unnerving at best.

But that, of course, was why he and Private First Class Hanks, his radioman, were in the hole. It was far better that he and the others in the outposts be overrun by a horde of Japs than that the entire company suffer that fate. It had sounded faintly heroic when it had been discussed back on Round Top. Now it sounded foolish and downright stupid.

Small, wireless walkie-talkies connected the four outposts to each other. As the closest to Round Top, Collins also had the luxury of a field phone connecting him with the rest of the company. Phones were not considered good ideas for the three forward outposts because the wires could be cut or even stumbled upon by the Japs and used to trace back to an outpost itself.