"It's August, 1945, the last grimy pages of a dirty, torn book of war. The place is the Phillipine Islands. The men are what's left of a platoon of American Infantry, whose dulled and tired eyes are set deep in dulled and tired faces can now look toward a miracle, that moment when the nightmare appears to be coming to an end. But they've got one more battle to fight, and in a moment we'll observe that battle. August, 1945, Phillipine Islands. But in reality it's high noon in the Twilight Zone."
Lieutenant Katell orders his men to make a near-suicidal attack on a group of Japanese soldiers in a cave. Sgt. Causarano tries to dissuade him from attacking the cave, but to no avail. Suddenly, Katell is Lt. Yamuri, a Japanese officer on Corregidor on May 4, 1942. His captain is about to order an attack on a group of wounded American soldiers in a cave. He pleads with his captain to not attack, but it's in vain. Suddenly, he is back in the Phillipines. The U.S. has dropped an A-bomb on Japan, and his platoon has been ordered to fall back and not attack the cave. Having seen both sides, Katell is relieved."'The quality of mercy is not strained, it droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven upon the place beneath. It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.' Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice, but applicable to any moment in time, to any group of soldiery, to any nation on the face of the Earth - or, in this case, to the Twilight Zone."