One evening last January, in the pale green dining room of Ottawa's Rideau Hall, Winston Churchill sat at a banquet table, ruddy-faced in an atmosphere redolent of brandy and cigars. He was Prime Minister again, and enjoying it. Sitting near him were Lords Ismay, Cherwell and Alexander. Among the 40 guests, few noticed the tall, slim British general seated downtable. But suddenly Churchill waved a brandy glass at the officer and bellowed:
The buzz of conversation, momentarily suspended, was resumed. Five minutes later, Churchill bawled:
"Templer! Full powers!"
Ten minutes later his gruff voice cut through the cigar smoke again: