Bermuda, land of honeymoons, the 20 sq. mi. islands where yellow Brooks sweaters and turquoise tweed skirts once blossomed like wildflowers, where daiquiris trickled like forest streams, is different these days. It is just another British colony at war.
A week before war broke out, the change was already noticeable. The population (30,552) began trenching the talcum-powder beaches, the little green coves. Reserves of the Bermuda Volunteers were feverishly called up. Bermuda's familiar bicycles were mounted by furiously pedaling couriers in uniform. Letters both incoming and outgoing were rigidly censored (not...
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