In his Washington office, John Lewis sat enthroned before a map of the world, his shoulders blotting out whole oceans. Of the Western Hemisphere, only Alaska was visible over his white-streaked haystack of hair. He had assumed a new role: military strategist. If only, he muttered wistfully, "it were in my power to command. . . ."
Last week he remembered a stag dinner which he had attended recently with several Senators, an Army general and a Navy admiral. He had told them what he would do.
He would strip the Western seas of British and U.S. vesselsleaving the Germans momentarily free...
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