By day the sun shone warmly on the coral beaches. At night, the cool trade wind whispered through the palm trees. Harry Truman loafed. In the shaded seclusion of Key West's submarine base, surrounded by his loyal lieutenants and faithful friends, the victor rested after the battle. It was a fine feeling.
Mornings, the President lay abed until 7:30 a.m.far beyond his usual rising hour. With Adviser Clark Clifford, Vice President-elect Alben Barkley, and Senate Secretary-to-be Les Biffle, he walked daily over to the secluded enlisted men's beach. There he donned a pair of trunks and splashed in the coral-green...
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