The warm Caribbean night was electric with tension as the destroyer sliced at flank speed through the quarantine zone east-northeast of Cuba. Just a few moments beforean hour after sunset on last Oct. 29a blue-green blip had appeared on the radar screen of the U.S.S. Charles P. Cecil. Almost immediately, the blip began to fade. To Commander Charles P. Rozier, 42, the Cecil's skipper, that meant a diving submarine. The loudspeaker barked: "ASW attack team, man your stations."
Crewmen scrambled to torpedo mounts, readied depth charges and "hedgehogs" (rocket-fired bombs thrown ahead of an attacking destroyer). From a small compartment...
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