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{memorial} ashok niyogi what struck me first is how far away the firing positions were from the walls with bullet-holes which now need preserving in wooden frames rather innocuous as a backdrop for tourists with digital cameras such mayhem must have required good aim and then I am engulfed in shame all my life I have tirelessly endeavored to teach myself and train that I could pick up the guns of those that massacred and learn their language so that I could write to them |
