For Greece, Britain, Europe, it was a week of tragedy, a week of decision.
The hills of Athens echoed and re-echoed to the boom of bombs. Against a sullen sky loomed the Parthenon, monument to the ruin of Europe's most serene civilization. Across it flashed the shadows of strafing Spitfires. On the sides of the Acropolis and in the streets of Athens, where British soldiers and Greek Leftists stalked each other with Tommy guns, were the ruins of the hopes born of liberation. Splashes of Greek and British blood slowly clotted on the...
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