The eleven, wearing tieless cotton shirts, T shirts and odd trousers that had the shapeless look of Red China tailoring, stood bunched without regard to rank at the barbed-wire barrier. Some carried pasteboard Red Cross cartons; some had a few extra odds and ends of clothing tied into bundles. All seemed tense and expectant as the Hong Kong police superintendent called out their names: "Colonel Arnold . . . Major Baumer . . . Captain Vaadi . . ."
Responding one by one, the eleven flyers formally crossed the barrier out of...
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