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The troops marched smartly down Washington's Constitution Avenue, the jets streaked overhead, and on the reviewing stand Secretary of Defense Charles Erwin Wilson held himself bulkily erect. Unknown to Wilson, the telephone even then was buzzing in his Sheraton-Park apartment 700G. Capital newsmen wanted to speak to him. The review over, the pleased and proud Defense Secretary drove to the plane that would take him to Virginia's Hot Springs for the weekend. But at the National Airport newsmen swarmed over him with stinging questions. Wilson turned to an aide, said...
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