Captain Barber had been avoiding the obvious, but he knew what he had to do. It was the hardest decision he would make in his entire life—harder than anything he’d been forced to do on Iwo Jima. He was a God-fearing man, a Christian, a churchgoer. But he thought he had no choice. He called for a private from Georgia and told him to get a few other Marines and take care of the problem. And so they went around back, behind the command post and the med tent, back where the prisoners squatted in the snow. Then they shot every one of them in the head.
