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Chapter four. Black Magic |
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Shongphel, then back to Imphal and England |
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As a final touch, the Kuki watchman at Shongphel rest-house was drunk and fought the men. The next night we were in Imphal. My three months of paradise were over. |
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From a lorry bouncing along the road to the railway I watched the landmarks passing one by one - Maram village on its high hill, the windy pass at Mao, neat Kohima. Then the road swept downwards and on, to the heat, to the plains, to the docks, and to England. |
