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...kicked the Navy out in December 1941. When the Navy came back in July 1944, it came prepared to settle down. Dredge boats plowed into Apra Harbor on Guam's west coast while the Japs were still resisting in the jungle-covered hills. Trucks moved mountains of coral sand to build a breakwater. Red-faced Seabees in green baseball caps, looking like goggled gods on their bulldozers, invaded the tropical paradise with noise and construction. By last week they had moved enough of Guam's earth to bury Tokyo's Imperial Palace, with all its moats...
...private Ross realm embraces a minuscule archipelago (a score or more coral islets), lying in the vastness of the Indian Ocean midway between Australia and Ceylon. The Cocos Islands have belonged to the Ross dynasty ever since John Clunies-Ross I, Scottish skipper of an East Indiaman, settled there with his family in 1827. The Rosses are absolute rulers of their coconut-growing Malay subjects. By royal fiat the Cocos Islands positively admit no immigrants or ever re-admit emigrants...
...Stout Castle. The broken, ugly terrain-reddish clay, volcanic ash, coral outcroppings-was the kind the burrowing Japs like. Among the ridges, spurs, knobs and gullies were innumerable caves and underground passages, to which the Japs added their own dugouts and pillboxes. In one tunnel they had laid narrow-gauge rails to move artillery. They moved into the stone tombs in which Ryukyu Islanders bury their dead, and reinforced them with concrete...
...bird-cage home of plaited bamboo and braided palm-fronds on the weatherside beach of a coral lagoon, I commence reading-and on I read from the red hour of sunrise to hot, windless midday, through a breeze-freshened afternoon to a rose and lilac sunset, into the brief purple twilight and, lamp flame at full height, right up to when the Southern Cross is directly overhead at midnight. Day after day, night after night-the schedule never varies...
...These atolls, these island harbors, will have been paid for by the sacrifice of American blood. They will have been scooped out of sand and rock, coral and volcanic ash, by a generation of Americans giving their service, their ingenuity, and their money. . . . How long can the United States afford to continue a cycle of fighting and building and winning and giving away-only to fight and build and win and give again? Rich as we are, we do not have the human or physical resources to dissipate our patrimony, generation after generation, in this manner." Naval operations in World...