CHAMPAGNE with ERNEST HEMINGWAY

摘要

It was a beautiful Cuban summer day in July 1955, and the searing heat of seductively beautiful Ha- vana was overpowering. My Iowa-born shipmate and I cursed our hot, scratchy dress khaki uniforms, complete with regulation black neckties. We longed to change into the cool sailor's whites worn at sea. Unfortunately, liberty privileges required all midshipmen to wear their "heat stroke khakis" ashore.