Dark clouded the Yellow Sea. Long swaying fingers pointed skywardmasts. Aboard the Japanese flagship Mikasa the captains of the fleet faced their admiral across a lacquer tray containing the instruments used in committing harakiri.
Heihachiro Togo, Admiral of the Fleet, spoke with low purring earnestness. When he fell silent his captains filed past the lacquer tray one by one. Their eyes met firmly the piercing glance of Togo.
None would allow himself to survive the disgrace of defeat in the coming action. . . . When battle came, the Admiral stood for a whole...
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