assault with a deadly weapon," said Ogata.
"Objection!"
"Overruled. Continue."
"Did you in fact sustain any flesh wound from this assault?" asked Ogata. "If so, is there any reason that you cannot show the scars to the court? Is it perhaps actually on your buttocks?"
"Objection!"
"Sustained. Will the defense refrain from insulting the witness. He is a distinguished officer."
Ogata turned to the judge. "Your honor, I can only imagine one other place that the witness could be injured that he would be reluctant to show us the scar," he said, without even a hint of a smile. "Therefore it seemed a polite alternative to the other possible question. Less embarrassing for the witness. I would not ask a witness to show his buttocks or any other part of his body that he or she considered private to the court. But in the interests of justice the scars from the wound should be displayed."
The judge nodded. "I take your point, Lieutenant Colonel Ogata. Brigadier. Would you mind?"
"There isn't a scar," said Charlesworth grumpily.
By the look on Tana's face she'd have given him one. "Your Honor," she said, "I am afraid that proves nothing. Major Fitzhugh thrust a deadly weapon into the witness' stomach, with the intent to do grievous bodily harm, if not to kill the .
"Objection!"
"Overruled. Continue."
"Did you in fact sustain any flesh wound from this assault?" asked Ogata. "If so, is there any reason that you cannot show the scars to the court? Is it perhaps actually on your buttocks?"
"Objection!"
"Sustained. Will the defense refrain from insulting the witness. He is a distinguished officer."
Ogata turned to the judge. "Your honor, I can only imagine one other place that the witness could be injured that he would be reluctant to show us the scar," he said, without even a hint of a smile. "Therefore it seemed a polite alternative to the other possible question. Less embarrassing for the witness. I would not ask a witness to show his buttocks or any other part of his body that he or she considered private to the court. But in the interests of justice the scars from the wound should be displayed."
The judge nodded. "I take your point, Lieutenant Colonel Ogata. Brigadier. Would you mind?"
"There isn't a scar," said Charlesworth grumpily.
By the look on Tana's face she'd have given him one. "Your Honor," she said, "I am afraid that proves nothing. Major Fitzhugh thrust a deadly weapon into the witness' stomach, with the intent to do grievous bodily harm, if not to kill the .