Two thousand eight hundred miles northwest of San Francisco, below the widening jaws of Bering Strait, stands St. Lawrence Island, a forlorn, treeless place of volcanic origin. This is the region where Alaska and the Soviet Union stare face to face at one another across three to 55 miles of icy waters, and it was there one lonely morning last week, just about the hour that Molotov addressed the U.N., that a U.S. Navy P2V-5 Neptune patrol plane flew on its routine radar patrol.
"It's Firing on Us." "The plane was Hying 180 knots at 8,000 feet," the...
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