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2013.
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| Summary/Abstract |
At ten o'clock one night in early June 1963 my telephone rang. Calling was the camp commander of the Cuban Admissions Center (CAC) in Opa-Locka, Florida, where every Cuban male arriving in the United States was required to go for debriefing.
The commander asked me to come in early the next morning. He explained that two Cuban students had arrived in Florida by small boat. They said they had very important information to report, and he asked me to debrief them. He thought I was the best one to do so as I was the only one in the camp who had lived in Cuba and could best verify or debunk their story.
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