One bright California morning last week, bomb-shaped General Curtis Emerson LeMay, boss of the Strategic Air Command, landed at March Air Force Base near Riverside, stepped off the ramp, glanced at his watch, then stared dourly at the calm, brilliant sky, and waited. Soon three big, eight-jet B-52 SAC bombers streaked into view in tight formation, peeled off and landed a minute apart, their huge brake parachutes billowing from their tails. Throttled down, the planes sedately taxied two miles to the base-operations building, their high-pitched, throbbing scream searing the air. Then, abruptly,...
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