One day last week a green jeep with no number plate drove in the gate of the Secretariat in Rangoon, where the Burmese Government's Executive Council was meeting. Four Burmans in British Twelfth
Army uniforms got out. Three, armed with Sten guns, ambled upstairs. Outside the council chamber one man knocked a guard sprawling while another burst into the room. There, around a large table, sat Burma's interim Cabinet. Four bursts from the assassin's Sten gun sprayed the room. Most of the ministers were hit in the chest. Six slumped to the...
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