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“We walked to the brink and we looked it in the face.”

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John Foster Dulles

John Foster Dulles was a prominent American politician and diplomat, born on February 25, 1888, and died on May 24, 1959. He served as the United States Secretary of State during the Cold War era, significantly influencing American foreign policy with his firm anti-communist stance and realist approach. more

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