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...weeks relations between Iceland's 170,000 citizens and the U.S. garrison at the great NATO base at Keflavik Airport had been growing steadily touchier. On the Fourth of July a group of U.S. airmen went on a drinking spree at Thingvellir, a pastoral spot sacred to all Icelanders as the first meeting place (in A.D. 930) of the Althing, the oldest continuous Parliament in the world. Last month a U.S. officer's wife was arrested on the suspicion of drunken driving. She phoned the airbase and almost immediately the Icelandic police were surrounded by U.S. troops...
Unappeased, Iceland's representatives cut short the weekly meeting of the Icelandic-American Defense Council, and an Icelandic protest was handed to the State Department in Washington. With Iceland's elections scheduled for next month, the only gainer seems likely to be the U.S.-hating Communist Party, already third strongest in the land with i some 15% of the vote...
...Started with a Kiss (M-G-M). "Any marriage is wrong when you take the sex out of it," complains newlywed Air Force Sergeant Glenn Ford, who has just arrived from two sexless years in Iceland. "Do you think you're smarter than Freud?" he asks Showgirl Debbie Reynolds, who thinks she is - almost. In the first days of their marriage she gets the notion in her orange-rinsed head that sex clouds her judgment. "The trouble with us is the only thing we have in common is this physical attraction," she explains. In order to assure herself that...
...worked his way through nearby DePauw University, graduated ('26) as an "A" student with an ROTC Army commission, switched to the Marines. He married his childhood sweetheart, Zola De Haven (they have two grown children), stood peacetime duty on a dozen posts from Peiping to Iceland. In World War II he saw combat on Guadalcanal, New Georgia, Saipan, Tinian...
Eleven hours out of Baltimore's Friendship International Airport, 4½ hours after a refueling touchdown in Iceland, the gleaming Boeing 707 jet transport, emblazoned u.s. AIR FORCE, peacefully cruised eastbound above the sandy beaches of Baltic Latvia toward the heart of the Soviet Union. With Russian officers peering over the shoulders of American pilots, with its distinguished passengers at the windows looking down upon unfamiliar landscape, the jet flew on across the great Russian plain, the jagged pattern of Russian farm fields, an occasional blue lake and great patches of green forest, until it let down through...