11-1『孤高の鷲―リンドバーグ第二次大戦参戦記』の原著『The Wartime Journals of Charles A. Lindbergh』の一部 その11-1

　チャールズ・Ａ・リンドバーグ『孤高の鷲―リンドバーグ第二次大戦参戦記』（上・下）の
原著『The Wartime Journals of Charles A. Lindbergh』の一部。
　アメリカ軍の日本兵に対する残虐行為に関する記述がある日の記録。
　と言っても、前半部分のこの３ページにはそういう記述はなく、注目すべき文章はこれに続く後半の11-2にある。
　が、制限文字数の関係で、問題の部分のテキストは下記に記します。日本語訳は11-2にあります。

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　Of course, I knew these things were going on; but it is one thing to have the intellectual knowledge, even to look at photographs someone else has taken, and quite another to stand on the scene yourself, seeing' hearing, feeling with your own senses. A strange sort of disturbance entered my mind. Where was it I had felt like that before? The South Pacific? yes; those rotting Japanese bodies in the Biak caves; the load of garbage dumped on dead soldiers in a bomb crater; the green skulls set up to decorate ready room and tents.
　It seemed impossible that men―civilized men―could degenerate to such a level. Yet they had. Here at camp Dora in Germany; there in the coral caves of Biak. But there, it was we, Americans, who had done such things, we who claimed to stand for something different. We, who claimed that the German was defiling humanity in his treatment of the Jew, were doing the same thing in our treatment of the Jap. "They really are lower than beasts. Every one of ’em ought to be exterminated." How many times had I heard that statement made by American officers in the pacific! "And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother’s eye but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?"
　I looked at the young pole. Where had I seen starvation like that before? It was on Biak Island, too. The picture of a native war canoe came up in memory--paddling slowly toward the shore near our camp, the Japanese prisoners escorted from it by armed, half –naked natives, at the end of the line several so starved that they could not stand to walk, thinner even than this Pole. Oh, we had not starved them in a prison camp like the Germans. We had been too "civilized," too clever for that. We had let them starve themselves in the jungle (their own fault) by simply not accepting their surrender, It was simple, and one was not bothered by burning eyes of famine or danger of disease. A few miles of jungle hid and smothered all of that. It was only necessary to shoot a few men advancing to surrender with their hands in the air. (“You can’t trust a Jap to surrender. He'll throw a grenade at you. The only way is to kill him right now." Or one could be more blunt about it and shout to an enemy emissary, as our infantry officers boasted of doing at the west caves, "Get back in there and fight it out, you sons of bitches."
　A long line of such incidents parades before my mind: the story of our Marines firing on unarmed Japanese survivors who swam ashore on the beach at Midway; the accounts of our machine-gunning prisoners on a Hollandia airstrip; of the Australians pushing captured Japanese soldiers out of the transport planes which were taking them south over the New Guinea mountains ("the Aussies reported them as committing hara-kiri or 'resisting' "; of the shinbones cut, for letter openers and pen trays, from newly killed Japanese bodies on Noemfoor; of the young pilot who was "going to cream that Jap hospital one of these days"; of American soldiers poking through the mouths of Japanese corpses for gold-filled teeth ("the infantry's favorite occupation" ; of Jap heads buried in anthills "to get them clean for souvenirs"; of bodies bulldozed to the roadside and dumped by the hundreds into shallow, unmarked graves("where they’re so close we can’t stand ’em, we have to bury ’em"; of Pictures of Mussolini and his mistress hung by the feet in an Italian city, to the approval of thousands of Americans who claim to stand for high, civilized ideals. As far back as one can go in history' these atrocities have been going on, not only in Germany with its Dachaus and its Buchenwalds and its Camp Doras, but in Russia, in the Pacific, in the riotings and lynchings at home, in the less-publicized uprisings in Central and South America, the cruelties of China, a few years ago in Spain, in pogroms of the past, the burning of witches in New England, tearing People apart on the English racks, burnings at the stake for the benefit of Christ and God.
　I look down at the pit of ashes ("twenty-five thousand in a year and a half". This, I realize, is not a thing confined to any nation or to any people. What the German has done to the Jew in Europe, we are doing to the Jap in the Pacific. As Germans have defiled themselves by dumping the ashes of human beings into this pit, we have defiled ourselves by bulldozing bodies into shallow, unmarked tropical graves. What is barbaric on one side of the earth is still barbaric on the other. "Judge not that ye be not judged” It is not the Germans alone, or the Japs, but the men of all nations to whom this war has brought shame and degradation.
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