Leslie Slote made introductions. Captain Henry said in slow Russian, with a bad American accent, “Sir, I will tell this story to my grandchildren.” Raising a thick eyebrow, Stalin said in a low pleasant voice, “Yes? Do you have any?” “Two boys.” “And your children? Do you have sons?” The dictator appeared diverted by Victor Henry’s slow, carefully drilled, mechanical speech. “I have two, Mr. Chairman. My older son flies for the Navy. My younger one is in a submarine.”
