Hull down amidst the garbage, the Soviet trawler was fishing for intelligence. All day it had wallowed along in the wake of the U.S. aircraft carrier Franklin D. Roosevelt, scooping up gobs of creamed beef and soggy lettuce in hopes of finding a classified document inadvertently mixed in the mess. Suddenly another American carrier reared on the horizon, and the Russian skipper bellowed an order. Snorting black diesel smoke and heeling heavily to port, his trawler set a course straight for the newcomer. The chase was on.
For an hour and 13 minutes the...
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