"We have no radar, but we have guts," said a member of a small group of anti-Castro exiles who call themselves Alpha 66. A few days later, a 36-ft. grey and white motorboat slipped through the predawn darkness into the north coast Cuban port of Caibarién, 210 miles southeast of Havana. Navigating by compass, the launch found its way to the San Pascual, an old Cuban steamer grounded on a concrete base and used as a molasses storehouse. A machine gun chattered, and a burst of .50-caliber slugs ripped into the cabin; an...
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