Foreign Relations: The Return of Brigade 2506

Pan Am's clipper Sam Houston landed at 6:10 p.m. at Florida's Homestead Air Force Base. A dozen ambulances waited near by. Dr. Lee C. Watkins, chief of the U.S. Quarantine Station in Miami, ran up the ramp, peered in at the plane's 107 passengers, and groaned: "My God, yellow jaundice—all of them." Then he realized that the lights bathing the area made everyone appear a sickly yellow. The passengers filed stiffly out of the aircraft, then melted in the laughing, tearful, incredulous realization of freedom. Cried Carlos Leon, the first off: "I just don't believe I'm alive."

The Sam Houston...

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