Hong Kong, born of opium and piracy, fat with a century's pleasure and profit, died last week in a blaze of glory.
Scrawled in blood across the tale of its death was the bitterly familiar tag line of Britain's World War II record: too little and too late. Only a few months ago had the British really begun to equip Hong Kong to meet a growing threat. They sent Canadian and British troops, new supplies and artillery. But when the Japanese struck, Hong Kong was still far from ready. Too many men were there to...
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