In a grim Moscow prison, two Americans while away the hours of their lonely confinement. They read Dickens, Thackeray and the Bible; they write letters to their wives. It has been nearly five months since Air Force Lieutenants F. B. Olmstead and John McKone and four companions were shot down in their RB-47 reconnaissance plane over the Barents Sea. The two young officers were captured, brought to Moscow on loudly trumpeted but plainly trumped-up charges of espionage. The body of one fellow airman was returned to the U.S.; the others are listed...
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