Toward Rangoon

Moulmein fell. Sweat-wet, bare-backed British artillerymen fired point-blank into the advancing Japanese, piled them in shredded heaps. U.S. volunteer pilots strafed them. British bayonets stabbed them. Riflemen and machine-gunners tore their advancing ranks on the open flats before the city. But the Japs came on. From Moulmein they drove the outnumbered, outgunned British across the broad Salween River. There, behind the river barrier, the British took their stand between the Japanese and the prize they were fighting for: mastery of strategic Rangoon, of the Burma Road to China, of the invasion road to India.

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