Said the engineer wistfully to his passenger: "You oughta been along yesterday. Yesterday I had a steam locomotive." Today was different. Like most of the trains on the Myitkyina, Mogaung & Mandalay Railroad, this was one towed by two jeeps mounted on flanged wheels.
From the Myitkyina station, recognizable only by untidy heaps of shrapnel-torn cars and scarred trees, the homesick locomotive man jiggled his train off over two streaks of rust into the thick, green jungle. Scaring up small clouds of fabulously colored butterflies, the train passed what the bombs had left of a small white church, a row...
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