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Just before 8:30 one morning last week, an olive drab Cadillac rolled down the ramp to the underground parking lot of the Pentagon Building. Its passenger, cap set ever so slightly at a rake, stepped out, pulled down his trim, suntan Eisenhower jacket and strode toward the elevator. Pentagon workers did not need to glance at the five-star circlets on his shoulder straps to know who he was. They gave him "good morning." General of the Army Dwight D. Eisenhower grinned his acknowledgments, got into the elevator, was soon in his...
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