Japan stood at the edge of the world gambling table last week and watched to see if her reckless bet would pay off.
Japan could remember her hoarding of little white chips for this desperate try. She could remember the hoarding of steelthe bathtubs and radiators salvaged from Shanghai houses which had been bombarded with Japanese steel; the hoarding of oilthe boatloads of it wheedled from the U.S. against the eventual drive for oil; the hoarding of young menhardened to horror on the cold plains of Manchukuo and in the hot valley of the Yangtze. For the sake of the...
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