"I hope the world will realize what they've done to this place . . . but we'll fight, fight, fight to the end, for Rhodesia's our cause."
In a Salisbury discotheque last week, to the pulsating shock waves of an amplified band that seemed as loud as a mortar barrage, "troopies" (soldiers) and their birds were rocking to a song about the country's bad news. It appeared, in fact, that the blues had become an informal national anthem. As gloomy figures on war casualties and economic decline continued to seep in, record numbers of white Rhodesians were moving out. The...
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