"Perhaps you have," said Dugan drily.
They sat in silence. The clean-shaven major took a cigarette butt out of his pocket. He offered it to Dugan, who lit it, took a puff, and returned it. They smoked the cigarette until it began to burn their lips.
Dugan stood up. "Then I can count on you gentlemen to straighten out my identity with the camp authorities?"
"Yes, sir," they chorused. The clean-shaven one went on. "I have already explained that you took a false name and lower rank because you were so ashamed at having to surrender the Japanese flag. I told them that you had been passing under the name of Lieutenant Oh."
"And what happened to Lieutenant Oh?"
"He died in January, sir, but we've been drawing rations for him and doubling up for him on roll call ever since."
"And the body?"
Both majors looked abashed. "We could not cremate him, colonel. So we buried him."
"Where?"
The mustached major pointed straight down.