At 8:45 one morning last week, a U.S. Marine captain stared down the frozen clay road to Panmunjom. He could make out a distant blaze of standards, the glint of their points in the winter sun. "Here they come," the captain's squad muttered, as the tramp of marching feet grew loud. "All right," the captain said. "Everybody get back and keep this road clear. These guys have been waiting a long time for this . . ."
"Come & Be Free." The Chinese prisoners came in columns of five, and proudly, out of...
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