The shadows of early evening were creeping across Brussels' Stadium last week as a hulking U.S. Army lieutenant in trackman's flimsies stepped into the discus ring. At the international military championships, Jay Silvester was having a bad day: his first three throws had fallen disappointingly short, and his grip had slipped on the fourth. In the 8-ft.-2½-in. circle. Silvester swung his right arm back and coiled for one more try. With a grunting explosion of breath, he whirled around, gathering momentum, and let the wood-and-metal discus fly. Out past the 50-meter marker it soared, past the little stakes that marked the...
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