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Without hesitation… Desmond rushed toward him. Every second counted. He quickly covered his comrade’s face… hiding him from sight… Then—Desmond made a desperate move. He grabbed a lifeless body nearby… and placed it over himself. Pretending to be dead. Not moving. Not breathing. Just waiting… As the Japanese soldiers passed right beside them. His heart pounded violently… fear crawling through every inch of his body. One wrong breath…