It went without doubt that the Korean man would be questioned.
"Soldiers come." He turned away. "Say wife spy, so I spy." He tugged at the shirt he wore, waiting for the blood to be washed from his own. "I kill spy, I not spy. Kill wife."
Briefly, Colonel Potter closed his eyes. "What did you do?"
"They kill us both, if I not kill." He looked up, eyes pleading. "I have two son, need care from me. They die, not with us. For them, I had --"
Colonel Potter nodded, understanding, the sharp taste of bile in his throat.