At the height of the Cuban crisis recently, a truck driven by a U.S. marine went out of control on a steep hill at the Guantanamo naval base. The speeding truck hurtled down the hill, smashed through the steel Cyclone fence separating the base from the rest of Cuba, and rolled into Castroland. Red militiamen moved fast—the other way. The marine backed his truck home, but it was a long five minutes before the first Cuban, reassured that this was not the "imperialist invasion," returned to his post.
The once arrogant—or at least voluble...
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