Chapter One: Cuba
BAHIA DE TANAMO AIRFIELD
PUNTA GUARICO, CUBA
7:45 P.M. EDT, FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 20
For forty-five minutes the pilot waited in the cool darkness of the ancient wooden hangar, the picture of his daughters almost forgotten in his left hand. In the open doorway the sea wind off the Caribbean stirred up miniature tornadoes of ochre dust that floated across the dirt floor. The battered windward wall was pierced by nine thin blades of slanting yellow sunlight. Out in the arc of the bay, past the ragged line of dusty palms, a flight of gulls crossed the red disk of the sun, wheeling in unison over a sea filled...