Along the 60th parallel, on the chilled hell's highway of the north Atlantic, the U.S. last week lost the illusion that it was not engaged in a shooting war.
The illusion faded when the U.S.S. Kearny (rhymes with Blarney), a crack destroyer scarcely a year in service, was torpedoed. But the illusion did not disappear until the nation felt the dull visceral shock of reading its first casualty list of World War II, reading of its own men "The next of kin have been notified."
But if its sensations finally forced the U.S. to acknowledge that it was engaged in a...
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