The Presidency
Prowling a deep Atlantic Ocean trench, Captain Robin White tamps some stray wisps of tobacco into his squat pipe, looking more like a professor than the skipper of an attack submarine. He calculates that he and his men are about as far distant in the presidential command network as one could get. But he holds the lethal stings, and his crew are essential players in the military power game. Captain White knows that.
His young officers circle White at a lunch of steak, corn on the cob and strawberry shortcake. They have an intense curiosity about the White House and Presidents,...
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