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When the New Mexico boys came down the Filipino mountainside, they wept. Surrender stretched out before them in a discordant landscape, its colors strange and ominous. Vaguely rectangular blotches of white infested the mountainside's lush vegetation. It took the New Mexico boys a moment to realize that bedsheets had been strung between trees and draped across bushes, signaling the unthinkable. Everywhere they looked, surrender beckoned.
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