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Allen R. Bosworth, The Crows of Edwina Hill. New York: Harper & Brothers, 1961. Pp. 26-31.

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The Momoyama family had come from Miyagi Prefecture , in the northeast of the main Japanese island of Honshu , where there are still traces of the mysterious Ainu strain . The Ainus were a primitive people , already living on the island before the principal ancestors of the Japanese came from Southern Asia . Apparently they were of Caucasian blood . They had white skins and blue eyes ; ; all their men were bearded , and many of their women were beautiful . A pitiful few of them are left now , to subsist mainly on the tourist trade and to sing their ancient tribal chants , which have the same haunting sadness as the laments of the American Indians . Most of them have been assimilated , but sometimes a man in Miyagi or Akita prefectures is much more hairy than the average Japanese , and occasionally a girl will be strikingly lovely , her coloring warmed and improved by a little of the tawny honey-in-the-sun tint of the invaders from the South .

Tommy Momoyama was one of these fortunate occasions . She was taller than most Japanese girls , and had the exquisitely willowy form of the Japanese girl who is lucky enough to be tall . Her nose was higher of bridge , her complexion so pale as to be quite susceptible to sunburn , and the fish and vegetable diet of her forebears had given her teeth that were white and regular and strong . Her mouth , soft and full , was something for any man to dream about . She had black eyes , long and intriguingly tilted , and the way she walked was melody .

She had been in Japan just one week . It was an alien land , and she hated it intensely ; ; she was already considering putting in rebellious requests for duty at San Diego , Bremerton , the Great Lakes , Pensacola -- any place the Navy had a hospital -- with a threat to resign her commission if the request were not granted . Anywhere would be better than the land of her ancestors .

There was nothing wrong with her job . Tommy had been assigned to the psychopathic ward . There were no depressingly serious cases : the ward doctor sometimes teamed up with the chaplain to serve as a marriage counselor -- sometimes the Navy sent people back to the States to preserve a marriage -- but mental health as a rule was very high . At present the doctor's main concern was in seeing to it that Japanese salvage firms were not permitted to operate on the hulks of warships sunk too close inshore , because the work involved setting off nerve-shattering blasts at all hours . Tommy was interested in psychiatry , because there was much an understanding nurse could do to help the patients .

But she suffered in her off-duty hours . Such as now , when she sat at a table in the coffee shop at the Officers' Club , having coffee and a hamburger to sustain her until dinnertime . She had changed into a cocktail dress , and the whole evening should have been before her , but already she was beginning to get a tight feeling at the back of her neck . This was one of the Navy's crossroads -- you find them all around the world . Ships from the West Coast rotated on six-month tours of duty with the Seventh Fleet , and Yokosuka was the Seventh Fleet's principal port for maintenance , upkeep and shore liberty . Sooner or later , all the gray Navy ships came in here ; ; if Tommy sat long enough , she would be sure to see all the young officers she had met in San Diego and Long Beach . And she wanted desperately to see someone she had known back there .

She felt , rather than saw , the approach of the good-looking young man . He came through from the Fleet Bar , which was stag , with the ice cubes tinkling in a glass he carried . When he saw Tommy sitting alone , the tinkling sound stopped . He was perhaps a trifle tipsy , having been long at sea where drinking is not permitted , and consequently out of practice ; ; he wore a brown tweed sports jacket obviously tailored in Hong Kong , and he was of an age that marked him as a lieutenant . Probably off one of the carriers -- an aviator . There was a fifty-fifty chance , perhaps , that he would be unmarried , and an even more slender chance that his approach would be different . Japan did something to a man -- and it wasn't just Japan , either , because the same thing applied anywhere overseas . It was as if foreign duty implied and excused license ; ; it intimated that the folks at home would never know about it , and , therefore , why not ? ?

Then the young man in the brown sports jacket spoke , and it was no different .

`` Harro , girl-san '' ! ! He said , turning on what was meant to be charm . `` You catchee boy-furiendo ? ? Maybe you likee date with me '' ? ?

`` I beg your pardon '' ! ! Tommy said out of her cold rage . `` I don't believe I know you , and I can't understand your quaint brand of English -- it was meant to be English , wasn't it '' ? ?

The nice-looking young officer fell back on his heels , open-mouthed and blushing . At least , he had the decency to blush , she thought .

`` Oh -- I'm sorry ! ! You see , I thought -- I mean I really had no idea '' --

`` Oh , yes -- you had ideas '' ! ! Tommy interrupted furiously . `` All wrong ones '' ! ! Then she jerked her thumb toward the door in a very American gesture , and dropped into Navy slang . `` Take off , fly-boy '' ! !

`` Uh -- sorry '' ! ! He muttered , and took off , obviously feeling like a fool . The trouble was that there was no lasting satisfaction in this for Tommy . She felt like a fool , too .

It hadn't been this way in college , or in nurses' training ; ; it wasn't this way in the hospital at San Diego . Everybody had accepted her for what she was -- a very charming girl . Nobody had addressed her in broken English at any of those places , nobody had suggested that she wasn't American . There are Spanish girls who look like Tommy Momoyama , brunettes with a Moorish hint of the Orient in their faces ; ; there are beauties from the Balkan states who are similarly endowed , and -- back in the blessed United States -- they were regarded simply as pretty women . Now , having been sent halfway around the world on a job she had not asked for , Tommy was being humiliated at every turn .

She looked around , self-consciously . Four little Japanese waitresses were murdering the English language at the counter -- Yuki Kobayashi happened to be one of them . Everybody but Tommy seemed to think it was charming when they called , `` Bifutek-san '' ! ! For a steak sandwich , or `` Kohi Futotsu '' ! ! For one cup of coffee . Two other Japanese girls were sitting at the tables , both quite pretty and well groomed . One was with a whitehaired and doting lieutenant commander ; ; the other was with her American husband and their exceptionally appealing children . Seeing these did nothing for Tommy's mood . She told herself rebelliously , and with pride , I am an American ! !

And so she was , and would remain . But she was learning that so long as she was in this country , and wore civilian dress in the Club , there would always be transient young men who would approach her with broken English . There had been occasions when some of the more experienced had even addressed her in what might have been perfectly good Japanese . Tommy wouldn't know ; ; after coming to America , her parents had spoken only English .

One thing was becoming increasingly sure . She had been sent to the wrong place for duty . There was more to service in the Navy Nurse Corps than the hours in the ward . One had to have friends , and a congenial life in after-duty hours .

Now there was raucous male singing from the Fleet Bar . It was terribly off key , and poorly done , and Tommy could never admit to herself that male companionship was a very natural and important thing , but all at once she felt lonesome and put-upon . She finished her hamburger and drank her coffee and paid her check ; ; she got out of the coffee shop before the incident could be repeated . Eating while angry had given her a slight indigestion . Back in her living quarters at the hospital she took bicarbonate of soda , and sulked .

Then , after a while , she went to her mirror . It was all true . She certainly looked Japanese , and perhaps she could not really blame the young men . And , still , they did not have to be so crude in their approach .

There was a letter to write to her mother , and she tried to make its tone cheerful . She promised that she would soon take a few day's leave and visit the uncle she had never seen , on the island of Oyajima -- which was not very far from Yokosuka . And tomorrow she would take time to shop for the kimono her mother wanted to present to the young wife of a faculty member as a hostess gown .

Tommy , of course , had never heard of a kotowaza , or Japanese proverb , which says , `` Tanin yori miuchi '' , and is literally translated as `` Relatives are better than strangers '' .

Actually , this is only another way of saying that blood is thicker than water .

Doc Doolittle's scheduled appearance at captain's mast was a very unusual thing , because the discipline dispensed there is ordinarily for the young and immature , and a chief is naturally expected to stay off the report . But the beer hall riot in Subic had been unusual , too , and Walt Perry was convinced that Doc had started it through some expert tactics in rabble rousing . Just why anybody should wish to start a riot the executive officer didn't know . In his opinion , Doc had not grown up .

The lieutenant was not entirely wrong in the belief . There had never been a good reason for Doc Doolittle to grow up . He had come into the Navy too young , with the image of the fun-loving Guns Appleby before him . The war found him much too early , and its perils -- and especially its awful boredom -- were best forgotten in horseplay and elaborate practical jokes , and even now Doc had never found any stabilizing , sobering influence . He remained young at heart , with an overdeveloped sense of humor . He wisecracked about the captain's indoctrination of new men , took great delight in slaughtering cockroaches with ethyl chloride , and gave no thought for tomorrow . He was doing thirty years , and the Navy would take care of him . The job security enjoyed by Doc Doolittle , and nearly all members of the Armed Forces , is a wonderful thing . Actually , all a man in uniform has to do is to get by . He may not rise to the heights , but he can get by , and eventually be retired .

Doc had been under restriction to the ship since the Bustard left Subic . This deprived him of liberty in Hong Kong , but he told Boats McCafferty that Hong Kong was a book he had read before , and the Navy would always bring him there again , some day . At Yokosuka he was restricted to the confines of the Base because Walt Perry , being thoughtful , knew that Doc might have to draw some medical supplies from the hospital or the Supply Base . This gave Doc the whole range of the naval establishment , and suited him quite well . There were two things he wanted to do : inspect one of the many caves that had been dug into the hills on the Naval Base , and visit an old shipmate .

A telephone line had been hooked up to connect the ship with the Base exchange . After supper , Doc called Whitey Gresham , who was now a lieutenant and had a family .

`` Well , Doc , you old sonofabitch '' ! ! Whitey exclaimed , with true affection . `` Come over and have a drink . We live down by the Base commissary . Grab a taxi '' .

`` I'll be there , but I'll walk '' , Doc said . `` I've got to run an errand on the way . See you in about an hour '' .

He threw a smart salute at the gangway , went up the dock , and turned down the wide street in front of the Petty Officers' Club .