As the gaunt, impassive Marine staff sergeant snapped to ramrod attention before the officers at the court-martial table, the little sounds of restlessness in the green-walled auditorium fell off to dead silence. There was tension in the sultry air, for the court had stayed out for a seemingly endless four hours of deliberation. Now the fans whirred softly overhead, and sweat glistened on the faces of most of the spectators.
In a calm, low voice, Colonel Edward L. Hutchinson read from the paper before him: "It is my duty as president of this...
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