Nichol's Field detail Commandant, The White Angel
    "The prisoner was kneeling in the dirt at one end of the hole, his hands firmly
    tied behind his back. His head was tilted slightly downward, but his eyes
    were looking up and straight ahead, blazing defiantly.

    The White Angel stepped up quickly and drawing his sword with both hands,
    raised it high above his head. Twinkles of sunlight played momentarily along
    the glistening blade, then it quickly came down in a mighty stroke. As the
    blade slashed through the prisoner’s neck, it sounded like a cleaver chopping
    through a rump of beef. The prisoner’s head seemed to leap from his
    shoulders, as though released by some invisible spring. The headless body
    lurched forward, both hands opening and closing, straining to burst the bonds
    that bound them. His legs gave a spasmodic kick, then the headless body lay
    lifeless."