Michael G. Malaghan
Special to The Hawai‘i Herald

Yoshio squatted outside the wooden guardhouse and scarfed down his lunch of rice and a stringy green Chinese vegetable in a bentö tin that the patrol truck had delivered. He was enjoying the rare day outdoors, not confined inside the border hut, as he stared across the Khalkhin-Go River, dividing the Russian People’s Republic of Mongolia and the Japanese puppet state of Manchukuo. It was blanketed with fresh snow and scarred by the imprint of reindeer hoofs, the Siberian wind whipping across its span.

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