In chaotic Burma last week the Jap was in a hurry, but not in too great a hurry. It was two months before the monsoons. The weather was fine now, for the Jap. It was so hot that a soldier could not lay his hand on a tank in the sun. Crashing through tindery bamboo thickets and dry rice paddies, the tanks raised clouds of dust, scaring the paddy birds and parrots. Burma's valleys run north, the direction of the Jap's main advances, but in the hot season the smaller rivers are dry, and...
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