The sun may have already set on the British Empire; the spotlights may stay on forever. Last week under a galaxy of glare in Manhattan's Madison Square Garden, there was a fanfare of trumpets, a thunder of drums, a skirl of bagpipes. And out trooped two bands of white-helmeted Royal Marines followed by the kilted pipers and bearskin-topped drummers of the Scots Guards and the Royal Scots Greys. Later in the evening, in sandals, scarlet tunics and saw-toothed white skirts (called sulus) came the 57-man band of Her Majesty's Fiji Military Forces. The occasion, and a glittering one indeed, was...
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