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Wai SZTO

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‘On a sunny day in January 1944 I woke with the bugles in the early morning… We breathed deeply the mountain air as we stood outside the library and found positions. Once more the blare of bugles in the sudden silence that they alone could break. The slanting rays of the rising sun touched the upper half of the flag staff. The flag went up. A wandering breeze shook out the folds and every eye looked up at the symbol of our freedom…’ (Corbett 144-45)