Have you read Chapter One of Silent Moon yet?
Here it is, and get ready for a blast!
He knew the man was dead. He felt the sword bite, though it might take a moment before it would register on him and the slain man would fall. The incessant din of mortar and bombardment deafened his ears to the surreal burlesque of screaming men as Tadayama Michizawa looked away from the man he had just killed and walked in a daze toward the perimeter where more U.S. Marines continued to charge bunkers built in anticipation of just such an action. He wiped the marine’s blood from the blade and sheathed the weapon. Anyone knowing of the resheathing technique would have recognized the motion as masterly. Fastening the retaining clip in the only way a tachi could be carried, with the cutting edge down to keep it from falling out of its scabbard, he reached for a Browning Automatic lying on the ground in front of him and checked to see if there was any ammunition left in the clip.
The din continued to be deafening as he watched flame-throwers incinerating the area around him, the screams of men creating more surreal visions adding, yet, more and more to the dream-like scenario. Tadayama Michizawa randomly pointed the gun and fired off three rounds, killing two of the enemy and wounding another. Time and space had ceased to exist for him, with the activity appearing as slow motion in his mind even though the rapidity of the combat was faster than a jumping rooster trying to escape an ax man’s blade. The stench and putrefaction of battle had completely violated his senses as well as his bowels, but nothing interfered with his consciousness about the situation. He moved from one scene of battle to another without thinking: not of the lineage of his Samurai family, not about his wife, not about honoring his parents—nothing. He acted in accordance with only what he knew as commitment to the act of attacking and winning in any confrontation. In this manner Captain Tadayama Michizawa of Izo Prefecture died at the Battle for Shuri Castle on Okinawa, never feeling the shell that blew him into unrecognizable bits.