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average frontage of the houses here?”
    Of course none of us had the foggiest idea of the answers. We were stupefied!
    Then he continued, “I am trying to show you what we mean by the word intelligence . To make the maps necessary for military movements, we must have information—intelligence, that is—from many different quarters. My job is to teach you how to acquire intelligence as it relates to military needs. You will have to learn to notice everything around you and evaluate it from the viewpoint of military intelligence.”
    I had foreseen something like this, but I could not suppress the feeling that I had wandered into a rat’s nest. I was not the only one by far.
    Somebody said, “I don’t have enough brains for this.”
    Another moaned, “Does this mean that on top of officers’ training I have to become a spy?”
    That evening several of them went to see Lieutenant Sawayama, and their spokesman told him, “We have all thought since we came into the army that one day we would lead a platoon into battle. That’s why we worked so hard at officers’ training school. And what we learned there was how to be effective leaders in battle. We don’t know anything about secret warfare, and we are not at all sure of our ability to learn. We would like to be returned to our former units.”
    The next morning Lieutenant Sawayama called us together and addressed us: “You’re quite right in thinking that the training here will be difficult, but the very fact that you understand this merely on the basis of what I said yesterday shows that you have good minds. I intend to cram into your heads eveything you need to know, so don’t worry. And don’t come to me a second time with your bellyaching!”
    I, for one, was at least happy to be told that I had a good brain. I cannot say that all my fears had been dispelled, but I made up my mind to try to learn everything there was to learn at Futamata.
    It was certainly different from the officers’ training school. Military forms and procedures were observed, but without excessive emphasis on regulations. On the contrary, the instructors kept stressing to us that in our new role as commando trainees, we should learn that so long as we kept the military spirit and remained determined to serve our country, the regulations were of little importance. At the same time, they tried to impress upon us that the more underhanded techniques that we were learning, such as wiretapping, were to be used against the enemy, not for our own personal benefit. They urged us to express our opinions concerning the quality of the instruction and to make complaints if we felt like it.
    We had four hours of training in the morning and four inthe afternoon. Classes lasted two hours each, with fifteen-minute breaks in midmorning and midafternoon. When the time for a break came, everybody piled out of the classroom windows into the yard to have a smoke. There were 230 of us, packed like sardines into one small barracks, and the break was not long enough for all of us to leave and return in orderly fashion via the door. At officers’ training school if anyone had dared leave by the window, the punishment would have been swift and severe. At Futamata it was routine.
    The classroom was terribly cramped. We were not only literally shoulder to shoulder but almost completely pinned in front and back by desks. The instructor lectured from a tiny platform, occasionally squeezing his way into one of the few narrow aisles. Despite the uncomfortable conditions, the lecturers displayed much enthusiasm, even fervor, in propounding the essentials of guerrilla warfare.
    At the main school in Nakano, the course had at first consisted of one year of language training and one year of guerrilla and ideological training. As the war situation grew more serious, the language training was eliminated, and the remainder of the course was reduced to six