It's April, 1942 and St. Augustine glistens in the warm Florida sun. For the residents of America's oldest city, the ravages of a world war seem far away. Comfortable in their tidy, historic community, increasing tourism seems more important than fighting fascism. But for the town's black residents, the war has brought their situation into sharp contrast -- especially when it comes to UNCLE SAM's -- a place where flag-waving patriotism, big band music and cold beer are blended nightly to conceal a horrible secret.