In the desperate heat of the crowded South Carolina school auditorium, Staff Sergeant Matthew C. McKeon, U.S.M.C., seemed as cool and unmoving as a glacier. Under the glare of publicity unknown in a U.S. court-martial since Billy Mitchell's day, he sat silent among his seven whispering, paper-rustling defense lawyers. His bony hands were clasped, his gaunt face was impassive. To the right, in a jury box, were the seven members of the court-martial, six Marine officers and a Navy doctor. On the dais in front, the court's law officer, Navy Captain Irving...
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