Nahin Sahib! Bullets can’t kill those sons of the devil!! Tomorrow, we all leave! Khudahafi z Sahib, I pray for you.” Looking beyond the turbaned heads of the Indian rail-road workers, Lt Col. John Henry Patterson stared into the horizon, set aflame by the sun as it set on the great East African plain, the concerned furrow on his brow off set by the steely resolve of his jaw.
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Source:- IIPM Editorial, 2006
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Source:- IIPM Editorial, 2006
Editor:- Prof. Arindam Chaudhuri