Franklin Roosevelt patted his perspiring forehead and glanced at his cluttered desk. There was the same old optimistic cast in his eye.
It was still possible to hope, in spite of all, that the U.S. would not have to get in a shooting war. The President was still hopeful; his exuberant optimism had not yet let him down. Some said that was one reason for the dismal state of confusion in Washington; that in spite of the grimming facts of life, 1941, he would not face the facts of the defense program delay. Well, he did not like to hurt...
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