During World War II, the old gold-rush town of Nome, Alaska had echoed to the roar of aircraft and bulldozers, the bustle of 10,000 U.S. troops. But last week, though gold dredges still clanked on its outskirts, the dusty, ramshackle little subarctic settlement looked almost lifeless again. At the Air Force's Marks Field, 500 miles beyond the main U.S. defense lines, trucks and crates stood ready for the barges which would carry them south to Anchorage. As the jet plane flies, Siberian airfields were only half an hour away; by the time...
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