"Roly-poly" is how George T. Sakato described his teenage self. To hear him tell it, he was almost a parody of a heroic figure — small, round and none too fit.
He was slimmer by the time he joined the Army but still so short that he had to march double-time to keep up.
He had brio. He was funny — he got in trouble for jokes he cracked at his superiors' expense — and he had volunteered for service during one of the bloodiest periods of World War ll. But he was too puny even to carry his own gear. When they marched uphill, buddies carried his pack for him. Even so "I'm always the last one up that hill," he said.
Six decades later,...