The phone jangled in the Pennsylvania farmhouse at 2 a.m. A sleepy man answered it, snapped wide awake. The Navy needed more bean soup. Soon, from a nearby factory, a truck loaded with big black cans rolled out, sped to the Philadelphia airport. The cans were hustled into a plane, flown to San Francisco, then on to Pearl Harbor. There they were dumped into a waiting boat. It chuffed out to sea, met a ship that had been burning for three days. The cans were tossed to the exhausted crew. Quickly, the bean...
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