A big Army van rumbled around the rim of the playing field at Philadelphia's Municipal Stadium. The sign on its side was a proud boast: "Secret Weapon." Then the tail gate dropped and a pair of girl cheerleaders pranced out. It was a thin gag. The Brave Old Army Team needed more than that to sink Navy. It needed, most, someone like last year's crack passing quarterback. Pete Vann. Still a student at the Point. Vann marched in the massed, grey Corps of Cadets, but he had used up his athletic eligibility.
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