A column of Chamorros, the natives of Guam, came out of the murky, rain-drenched morning, their brown skins glistening with rain. Half-naked, hungry, unwashed, hundreds of them filed slowly from the wooded uplands. Solemnly they walked to the American trucks and "ducks" waiting to take them to an American camp. One native shook hands with a soldier and said: "We glad you here."
The soldier turned to his buddies: "Good God, it's unbelievable that they still believe in us."
These were the first U.S. nationals to be liberated from the Japanese. Behind the Chamorros lay two years...
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