In the 1950s we had become increasingly concerned about our navy, which consisted mostly of surface ships armed with outmoded artillery. Our military arranged for members of the leadership to inspect the Black Sea Fleet. I attended staff maneuvers on board a cruiser. One of our commanders gave a report on how "our" fleet had met and routed "the enemy" in the map exercises. He started rattling off how "our" fleet was sinking "enemy" ships right and left. He was terribly cocky. It made me sad to listen to him. Finally, I couldn't restrain myself any longer. I interrupted him and...
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