Fifty years ago this month, secret aerial photos showed the Soviet Union was building nuclear missile installations in Cuba, within easy striking distance of most of North and South America. President Kennedy ordered a naval blockade of the island to halt further deliveries. For 13 days, the world waited and hoped for a peaceful resolution to the standoff, but feared it was the beginning of nuclear war. Kennedy spoke to the nation about the crisis on Oct. 22.

In the end, Soviet leader Nikita Khrushchev agreed to remove the Cuban missiles, and the United States promised not to invade Cuba. In a separate deal that remained secret for decades, the United States also agreed to remove missiles from Turkey.

Here, Robert Pryor, originally from Nitro, now of St. Albans, remembers being a young Marine stationed at Guantanamo Bay at the time.

After a small briefing from our company commander, we set out to make our bunks and more or less settled in for what we thought was going to be a brief stay. We had a small utility room inside our squad bay in which we kept our haversacks, which contained two concussion hand grenades and one smoke grenade. These were hung on a clothesline and were secured by a clothespin. The plan was that if ever the siren sounded, we were to file by the small utility room and receive one haversack and then proceed to the trucks outside to go to the trench lines. Each platoon was to have a day of guard duty, a day of stand-by (in which you could leave the area but must sign out), and a day of liberty, when we could partake of things on the island, such as fishing.

One day when my platoon was on guard duty, I had been assigned to Post 6, the last post from Main Side. It was several miles to Post 6. Another Marine and I were in our Fire Tower, which had the old WE8 Field Crank Phone and one set of ship's binoculars. I heard what I thought was an engine running. I asked my fellow Marine if he could hear the engine. He heard it, too. We both looked back toward Post 5 several miles away. Not seeing any dust or a jeep on the road, I immediately looked through the binoculars into Cuban territory. I saw a tank that had just backed into a ravine. The turret was turned directly at our position. My fellow Marine confirmed my sighting. I cranked on the phone to get in touch with the guard shack. I told them what we witnessed. A few moments later the company first sergeant got on the telephone and asked, "Pryor, what do you have out there?" I again told the story about the engine running and seeing the tank. He told me to hang up and he would call me back shortly.

When the phone rang again, I answered "PFC Pryor, Post 6." The company first sergeant told me that we would synchronize our watches. At a certain time I was to leave the tower and pull the pin on my smoke grenade. I did so.

Several minutes passed and the telephone rang again. There had been an airplane fly over to take pictures. Several minutes passed and the telephone rang again. We were told that they would be sending a jeep to pick us up. Several minutes later, we saw a small jeep coming after us. On its way, the jeep suddenly stopped and after a few minutes it turned around and headed back. I called again to find out what happened. My company first sergeant said he would investigate when the jeep returned.

He called back and said Cuban soldiers had cut the pontoon bridge, and it drifted to the far side of us. We could not see this from our tower. We were told to bring the telephone and the binoculars and walk toward the Gitmo River. We headed out and when we reached the river, we observed 12 or more Cuban soldiers standing next to the fence. This put the two forces approximately 15 feet from each other with only a 12-foot fence separating us.

My fellow Marine and I were trapped. We found out later that they were sending four 12-foot john boats, each equipped with a five horsepower engine. Several hours later they arrived at our position. The first boat went beside the pontoon bridge and a second boat went a short distance farther up the river. The third boat stayed back, and the fourth boat came to the bank, allowing us to board. We all turned slowly and set out for Main Side.

Back at Main Side, my fellow Marine and I were given several large books to look through. From those pictures, we identified the Russian tank.

We had not eaten for several hours, so we went to the Mess Hall and then to our barracks. After some time, the siren sounded. We filed by the utility room, grabbed a haversack and boarded the trucks for the trench lines. We spread out through the lines and the sand bag bunker that we had built previously. We stayed that night and the next day. We were told that the president would make a speech over the radio and television.

A few of us had the old hand-held transistor radios and some of these were able to pick up WWVA Wheeling and listen to music. When evening came and President Kennedy came on the radio, he stated that he had ordered a blockade be placed around the island of Cuba.

Our mission changed after that speech. A lot of things took place. We were issued more ammunition and hand grenades and were briefed on what was happening. Our remaining battalion that had been around the island of Viaques for training was immediately brought back to reinforce us. A great number of aircraft started flying in, and huge amounts of supplies were unloaded. We had been pulled back to allow the Navy's Mobile Construction Battalion 4 to build 18-inch reinforced concrete bunkers for the Marines. After a brief period behind the lines, we went back to the bunkers and remained there until the crisis was past.

At one time, we had been pulled back to another position for what was called R&R. We had makeshift shelters to stay out of the weather, which was unpredictable. We were taken in a detail of about 13 men or three Marine fire teams to an area set up as portable showers. We could shower, put our clothes back on, and go to our positions, allowing other Marines to use the facility. At one time the American Red Cross came and gave us new fatigues, underwear and socks. According to the Red Cross speech, they were from the people back home thanking us for being there.

With our new bunkers and new clothes, we spent the next few months waiting for something to happen. We had all been trained and were ready to complete any mission that our commander-in-chief deemed necessary.

Some time in November we received word that we were going home to Camp Lejeune. There we were given our back pay and went to pick up our leave papers. We found, to our disappointment, that a Red Cross representative was on hand to collect the cost of the clothes that we thought were a gift of the American people. After paying him, we were given our leave papers.

I honor the Marines of Echo Company, 2nd Battalion, 2nd Marines, 2nd Marine Division of Camp Lejeune, N.C. I would have liked to thank President John F. Kennedy for taking quick action, when he found that not only missiles but also tanks and other equipment were on the island of Cuba, to avert the possibility of all-out nuclear war. Unfortunately his untimely death prevented it.