Choke Point

THIS WAS NO TEST. THIS WAS THE REAL THING. The battle zone wasn't Asia or Europe. It was America's own back yard — the Caribbean. The bluffing was over. The game of pawns, of move and countermove, had reached a stalemate. The time of naked confrontation had arrived. A Soviet battle fleet faced the naval might of the U. S. And now it was a question of who had the fighting power — and the nerve to use it …