In Athens last week, the young King of Greece was regaling his friends with his version of an encounter at sea. It seems the sky was clear and the wind low enough so that the officer on the deck of the U.S. carrier Saratoga was able to hail the youthful skipper of the sloop Proteus without a megaphone.
"You know who I am?" said the officer.
"I am admiral of the Sixth Fleet." "And I'm the King of Greece," responded Constantine.
The weather ashore in Constantine's domain last week was as calm as the Mediterranean. While tourists sunned themselves on the beaches...
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