The American POWs shuffled down a faint trail cut through the forested mountain terrain, pushed along by swarthy men armed with rifles. Existing on rice cakes and what little food they could glean, the ragged Americans were about used up. But to stop was to die, so they kept moving, higher and higher into the mountains. Vietnam? Korea? Somewhere in the Pacific in World War II? No. It was 1899, and the Americans were prisoners in a war that just barely made the history books. Want to find out more?? [might show as a 2-line URL]http://militaryhistory about.com/library/prm/blamericanprisoner1.htm Sally Rolls Pavia Sun City, AZ [email protected] List Owner: [email protected] "Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup." All incoming and outgoing email checked by Norton Anti-Virus 2002