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CHAPTER XVI
Well, the lost leader looked at his
map and still couldn't "ilee how he
was North of the course and really
past his destination. So he began
to argue again. The old Navy op
erator stood the bickering as long
as he could; then he "took over."
With the initiative he had devel
oped, he gave off some of the most
classic advice that I've ever heard,
and he gave it straight from the
shoulder.
"Goddamit," he called, "who the
hell's lost, you or me? Now you fly
the, course I'm telling you and we'll
meet you."
And so another man of the Occi
dent failed to change the East, and
in failing learned a little and be
came a little more like the East. It
saved twenty-five airplanes.
People have asked tne what made
me able to shoot down my first
Jap, and probably they expected me
to say that I had practised on tow
targets until I could put every shot
in the black. Or that I had been
to all the schools from Leavenworth
to Hount Holyoke, and had learned
tactics. Or perhaps that I was bet
ter at piloting than the Jap. I must
have disappointed them. For if any
fine thing more than another enabled
ee to meet the Japanese fighter pi
ts in the air and shoot them down
while I escaped, it was an American
girl.
First of all, I don't know exactly
what democracy is, or the real, com
mon-sense meaning of a republic.
But as we used to talk things over
in China, we all used to agree that
we were fighting for The American
Girl. She to us was America, De
mocracy, Coca Colas, Hamburgers,
Clean Places to Sleep, or The Amer
ican Way of Life.
Early one morning?July 31, 1942
?I took off from Kunming head
quarters to return to the eastern
theater at Kwellin and Hengyang.
High mountains are on this five
hundred-mile route to the East, and
I went on top . of the overcast right
away. From my twenty-thousand
foot altitude I kept looking down at
the solid cloud layer just below me,
and 1 guess that subconsciously I
prayed there would be breaks at my
destination. There were mountains
at my destination too, and it's still
not the best feeling to have to dive
through overcast into hilly country
with a fighter ship?or with any
ship, for that matter.
As the minutes rolled by and the
miles spun behind the P-40, I still
didn't see the welcome shadow of
a hole in the clouds. In just a little
over two hours I arrived over the
point above the clouds where Ling
ling should have been. You see this
point was in flat country, and be
tween Kweilin and Hengyang. By
intentionally making an error to the
North I knew at least what side of
Kweilin I was on, and knew further
more that I could go down much
more safely there than farther South
in the mountains that surrounded
Kweilin.
I called Lingling over the radio,
but before I could get a reply, Sas
ser, the operator at Kweilin, broke
in with an "alert" warning. He
said: "Chinese net records noise of
enemy airplanes coming up tha Can
ton-Hengyang Railway at high al
titude. Last report Section A-5."
Looking at my map, which was
marked off in squares with letter
and numeral co-ordinates, I saw that
I was very close to that section.
But at the same time I was really
not oriented as to position, and was
into the last twenty or so gallons ot
my fuel. Here was a chance at last
to intercept enemy planes; by {he
time the P-40's from our fighter sta
tions could get there, the enemy
would have gone on with their mis
sion. What was I to do?
As I considered it for the second
that was necessary to make up my
mind, I remember thinking that my
loss of this ship would be justified
if I shot a Japanese ship down, and
if I was out of fuel above the clouds
I could dive down and land in a
rice paddy. That would be an even
trade. But I guess my ego thought
I could shoot the whole formation
down ? and the exchange of the
Japanese flight for my one ship
would certainly be favorable to our
side.
Calling to Sapser, I told him I
thought I was just East of Lingling
and very close to the Jap formation,
and was going to try to intercept. I
dove.down until I was just over the
tops of the clouds, at 17,600 feet.
__ I dodged in among the tops of the
fluffy cumulus, looking ahead for
the first sign of the black silhouette
of aa airplane. As the enemy ships
had been reported heading North,
I estimated where ibey should now
be and flew to intercept them.
I'll never forget. I had Just looked
at the fuel gauge lor the hundredth
time, and as my eyes left the in
strument board to go back to my
diligent search, I saw the clock, and
the hour waa 9:08. At that instant
I saw an enemy airplane?one sil
houette. From that second on, I
know I moved automatically. I saw
that on our courses we were going
to meet head-on.
The other ship was now much
nearer, and closing fast. It was a
twin-engine bomber and was right
down low over the clouds, just as
I was. Down below now were holes
in the overcast, and I imagine the
bomber was trying to locate its po
sition to go down through. He didn't
see my ship, and I kept hidden by
the clouds as much as possible. I
felt my left hand go to the instr
ment panel to turn on the gun
switch. Then, as I looked at the red
switch, I saw that I had evidently
turned it on without being conscious
of the act. I moved it off, then
back on again, as a kind of test. I
turned the gun-sight rheostat on and
got the lighted sight reflected on
my glass armor in front of my
eyes. The enemy ship came on,
"mushrooming" in my vision; our
relative speed of approach was per
haps Ave hundred miles an hour.
By now I had shoved everything
forward on the throttle quadrant?
the engine was pulling full power,
and the prop pitch was set to high
speed, low pitch.
Then, Just before I pressed the
trigger, I saw the other planes,
two enemy fighters above and be
hind the bomber. I had evidently
Some flfty-callber ammunition for
the P-t?.
not been seen by any of the three
ships, for after all I was coming on
very close to the clouds. But I
nearly stopped my aiming from the
surprise of seeing them. They were
about three thousand feet above the
bomber, and were weaving back and
forth in loose formation. I saw the
square wing-tip that told they were
Navy Zeros. There flashed in my
mind the warning that I had heard
from General Chennault about at
tacking bombers when there was
fighter escort. Everyone in China
had always neglected to consider
odds on the side of the enemy?they
were used to that. Personally, I
just didn't know enough about aerial
combat to worry much, or I might
have gone on anyway. My six guns
would neutralize their four; I could
shoot the bomber down and dive into
the clouds before the Zeros could
get me.
I really don't know whether I
thought it all out or not, for by now
I was shooting. The tracers seemed
to go towards the enemy all right,
but now the Jap came into my sights
so fast that I don't know whether
they hit him then or not. I dove
right under the nose of the twin
engine ship, and I'll bet he was one
surprised pilot. I noted that he had
started to turn and maybe that
made me miss.
As the shiD crossed over mv head.
I pulled around in the tightest turn
I have ever made, mushing down
in the clouds a good distance, and
that must have hid me momentarily
from the fighter escort. As I came
out, the bomber was completing its
turn opposite to the way I bad
turned, and I moved in tor a full
deflection shot?a shot possible when
the other ship is crossing your path,
at 90 degrees. I had slowed down,
however, and had to reef in and
shoot at it from beneath and behind.
I got a good burst in here.
But now I saw tracers all around
me and felt a couple of hits: the
Zeros were shooting at me. One of
the enemy fighters dove in front of
me and I got a snap shot at it from
a hundred yards. I dove under the
bomber again, and with the speed
that I gained, tried to make a belly
attack; I got hi another shot burst
and felt some more hits on my
ship.
As I pulled up, the Zero that had
been shooting at me made the mis
take of rolling at the top of his
climb, and I dove at him and gave
him about two hundred rounds with
a no-deflection shot;Iknow the burst
hit him badly. I shot at the other
fighter from long range as he tried
a head-on run. But the clouds were
worrying the Japs?they seemed to
have trouble seeing me. As my
dive at the Zero built my speed up,
I turned towards the bomber again;
it saw me and started a turn to
the right. I mapped a abort head-on
?hot, and before I got to the enemy
?hip, I tossed caution to the winda
and made a hundred and eighty de
gree turn?the Jap waa right in
front of my guna and I waa already
?hooting. I held the trigger down
and saw the tracers hit the big wing,
the fuselage, and aaw the glass
stream from the canopy. I just
squeezed the trigger and "froze" as
the bomber seemed to come back
towards me.
As I drew up to less than a hun
dred yards the big red spots on the
wing grew wider and wider apart,
and I saw pieces come from the
left engine. I nearly rammed the
enemy?I still don't see bow I
missed the radio antenna pole be
hind the glass canopy; I could see
the guna waving to and fro, and
they shot at me.
But the bomber was going down.
I didn't pull up as I went past him
this time, but dove steeply. When I
came out of thy dive I looked back
for the Zeros out they were not to
be seen. Above and behind me, the
bomber was spinning slowly in
flames, the black smoke making a
spiral above the clouds?I saw it
go into the clouds as I mushed
through in my pullout. I came out
below the clouds, which were broken
in a few places now, but I couldn't
see the Jap ships. I made one half
circle and didn't know where I was.
Finally remembering my fuel sup
ply, I breathlessly glanced at the
gauges, and they were all bouncing
around on?EMPTY I I turned and
headed West with my throttle re
tarded and the prop set back for
cruising. Now I called Sasser, hav
ing forgotten to call him at the mo
ment of contact with the enemy. I
told him about the interception,
that I knew I had shot down the
bomber and had eotten soma bursts
on the fighters. Sasser told me that
there was a flight on the way from
Hengyang, led by Gil Bright.
My altitude was ten thousand now
and I held it while I just about glid
ed with power to the West, where I
should see the Hengyang-Kweilin
railroad. As I finished my report
over the radio, Sasser in Kweilin
told me S-3, and Richardson at
Hengyang said S-3 also. But Miller
at Lingling told me I sounded very
close to his station, and gave me the
report S-5. These mean, in radio
technical language, that my volume
was louder in Lingling than at either
of die other two stations.
Just then Miller must have re
ceived a report from a town that
heard my engine, tor he said,
"You're Northeast of the field." I
turned a little South and saw the
welcome red clay of Lingling. I
started feeling happy then?I'd been
in the air on a cross-country for
nearly four hours, and knew that
Td shot down at least one plane.
I couldn't buzz the field though, for
any minute I expected the engine
to cough and the prop to start
"windmilling"?out of gas. I put
the wheels down and landed without
even looking to see which way the
wind was on the runway. I got the
ship parked without the engine's dy
ing, but the mechanics said they
couldn't see any fuel in the tanks.
Rather excitedly I told my story.
We counted the holes in my ship
and then went over to count those in
one of the fighters that had been in
another battle that morning. Just
then Miller came dashing up is a
jeep to say that my air engage
ment had been reported over Lei
yang, sixty miles to the East, and
that confirmation had already come
in on my bomber. It had crashed
and burned eight miles from the
town. That noon I was so excited
that I couldn't eat my lunch?I just
sat there and relived the battle.
The sergeant came in to tell me
there were seventeen holes in my
ship, and two of them were from the
cannon of the Zeros?they were all
back near the tail; so maybe George
Paxton had been right, and maybe
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Well, we weTe to find out during the
next ten days, very vividly.
I flew on to Hengyang that after
noon, and with Lieutenant Cluck in
a jeep we drove to Leiyang. We had
information that some of the crew
or passengers had jumped from the
bomber that morning and bad been
captured, and we needed the prison
ers for information. With Chinese
guides we climbed on foot over the
rice paddies built on the hills, to
wards the scene of the crashed
plane. Even before we'd covered
the ten or more miles that we had
to walk, I saw evidence of the air
plane. It seemed aa if every coolie
that came towards us was carryinj
a piece of the Jap plane. Near the
wreck I saw pieces of aluminum or
the bouses covering holes in the
roofs, and saw some of the cloth ei
from the Jap airmen. These we ex
amined, and found a notebook, a map
and a pistoL Later the soldiers ai
the wreck gave us a chute anc
some other things.
When we came to the burned
bomber we found it pretty well scat
tered. The fabric was gone fron
the parts that hadn't burned, bw
the larger part was just a mass o:
burned metal. I noticed that Um
bodies of four Japs were lying when
they bad fallen, and several dayi
later other visitors reported then
' still in the same positions. I lookec
in vain through the wreckage for i
Samurai sword, which is the souve
nir we value most from the Jap.
(TO BB CONTINUED)
UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL
Sunday i
chool Lesson
Lesson for February 25
Council,* migtWM UiMltal un4 h?
s. JESUS, IB SON OF GOD '*
LESSON TEXT?ltatthaw lS:iMT:, V:M.
GOLDEN TEXT -? Wbaomr1 tbmtor*
ten ooolMs KM bate* man. hto-wtn 1
coolau also baton my Father which la
hi haann.?Matthow 10:11.
"What think ye of Christ?"
Thar* is a question that every hu
man being must answer. Jesus
asked it (Matt 21:43), and each of
us makes some kind of reply. -
It is tha touchstone that tries man,
and churches, organizations and
movements. The answer to it is of
deep Importance, for it determines
Character, condition, and destiny for
time and eternity.
Jesus, the Christ, tha Son of tha
living God, is tha center of tha en
tire lesson.
I. Jesus Confessed (16:13-17).
With His crucifixion now only six
months away, our Lord in prepara
tion for it is about to make a mora
definite claim to Messiahahip, and
thus to establish the truth in the
minds of His disciples. He therefore
asks this all ? important question
about Himself.
First, it is a general query,
"Whom do men say that I am?"
The answer (v. 14) indicates that the
common opinion concerning Christ
was a very high one. He had mad a
an Impression on the people of His
time, and this has been true down
through the ages. Even tnose who
do not believe on Him admit that
He was "the ideal representative
and guide to humanity," or the per
son before whom "everyone would
kneel." But beautiful tributes to His
character and leadership are worse
than meaningless unless they lead
to a personal confession of Him as
Lord and Saviour.
The question becomes personal as
He asks, "Whom do ye say that I
am?" That question no one can es
cape. We cannot refuse to answer.
Neutrality is impossible. Whatever
we do or say, or do not do or say,
is a decision.
Peter's answer is really the sum
and substance of Christian doctrine.
He recognized Him as the Messiah,
the fulfillment of all Hebrew proph
ecy, end as the Son of the living
God, the Redeemer and Saviour of
men, the One in whom centers all
Christian faith.
n. Jesus Transfigured (17:1-3).
As His amazed disciples looked
on, the eternal, divine glory of the
Son of God could no longer be hid
den by the human body and the
humble garments of our Lord, and
"His face did shine as the sun and
His raiment was white as light."
They saw their beloved Master
now for what He really was, the Son
of God. The testimony of Peter was
no longer mere words, although ever
so blessed. His speech had been
confirmed by sight and they knew
their Master as the Lord of glory.
It is essential in both the life
and service of a Christian that he
clearly understand the truth about
Christ, His person and His work.
When that understanding is tied up
with a personal vision of His glory,
there is assurance and power.
The want of such a vision explains
the lack of zeal for soul-winning, the
ineffectiveness of witness, the un
willingness to suffer or sacrifice for
Christ's sake. "Where there is no
vision, the people perish" (Prov. 28:
IS) for want of a witness concerning
me saviour.
III. Jenu Triumphant (17:4-9).
The crowning point of the trans
figuration came when the voice
?poke out of the bright cloud end
gave not only the Father's unqual
ified approval of Christ, but also His
command that men should listen to
Him and heed His message of re
demption.
Note how this word of the Father
completed the transfiguration. In
itself it might have been likened to
that which happened to Moses (Ex.
34:29, 30). We say likened to, be
cause the glory which showed forth
in Jesus was from within, not Just
1 a reflected glow.
But the words from heaven pro
' vide the conclusive and final wit
1 nesa. They so impressed Peter that
he talked of them as a cherished
' memory and a transforming
| power in his life, even when he was
1 an old man (II Pet. 1:19-18).
How do they impress you? Are yon
1 ready to acknowledge Jesus as the
[ Christ, the Son of God, and take
> Him as your Saviour?
i IT. Jenu Only (17:7-9).
> Having seen Him in His glory,
> they now saw Him alone. True, the
others had gone, but is there not also
? the thought that He, the blessed
| God, now filled the vision of their
1 souls?
Surely we find it right at hand to
1 make that application to our own
lives. When we really aee Him as
1 He is, then He fills our vision, and
when He does that, we have reached
' real satisfaction of life.
'? "Jesus only" is more than a mot
to or a theme for a song. It is the
1 epitome of a life worth while. It
} makes one want to ask everyone,
1 "Do you know Him?" Well, do you?
1 If not, will you take Him aa your
Saviour right now? Christian, will
you let Him fill your life?
Lucky Lady
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AT THE far and of the row of
. pole beans, Davia North
crouched on his heels, watching Mrs.
Meek*s angular body inch backward
along the row at carrots. Not until
she ranched the screen of earn would
it be sale to dash to the garage.
Mrs. Meek straightened suddenly
to ease her back and her eyes skew
ered Davie. "What you sittin' there
(or, boyt* Davie stared and blinked
solemnly, his impatience urging her
back to her task. "I declare! Eight
year-olds are a queer lot" Mrs.
Meek assayed him grimly. "But I
'spect takin' a boy from the Home
(or a spell's my Christian duty." Da
vie had seen her looking over the
fence at Mr. Dyer's Victory garden
and she was always cross after that
?for Mr. Dyer's beans were longer
and his corn taller than Mrs.
Meek's. "Now if I could just afford
a little more fertilizer," she grum
bled, "some of the quick-grow stuff
they got down at Qiffln's Hardware,
I might still beat him out of the
prize?but three weeks till Judgin'
don't give a body much tithe."
As she settled back to, work Da
vie's breath exploded in a sigh. In
another minute it would be safe
to approach the old garage.
Lady might need water or some
thing. For two precarious days, food
had taken wing behind Mrs. Meek's
uncompromising back, and Davie's
skinny little arms still felt the warm
softness of Lady's plump body. "La
"Lead o' heaven!"
dy" seemed like a nice name for the
gentle friendly dog he'd found wan
dering the streets alone. The re
membering choked him?maybe this
one he could keep! Davie shifted
with eagerness. The movement
brought Mrs. Meek's eyes back to
him, narrowing suspiciously. "You
ain't got another dog hid around
some place?to ruin my garden?"
"Another dog I" she muttered. "It's
bad enough things won't grow with
out havin' a dog tear 'em up." The
door of the abandoned garage
sprang open suddenly. Mrs: Meek's
mouth, too, opened, ? Isr words ris
ing to a wall. "Oh?"' -
Davie's eyes filled his small face
and be looked stupidly .from Mrs.
Meek to Lady?and the four mites
wriggling beside her. "Puppies!"
be breathed in a tone associated
with Sunday school 'and Christmas
trees....
"Land o' heaven!" Mrs. Meek
shrieked, "one ain't bad enough
it's gotta be five this time! You get
rid of them, Davie North. Every
last one of them?before tonight.
Hear? Or back te the Home you
go!" .-i
me noonaay sun was Duiunng
the exposed pavement of the quiet
tree - shaded street when Davie
stopped before the last house in the
block. He'd knocked at all except
this, but na one, it seemed, wanted
a dog with four puppies. His finger
left the bell and one bare foot dug
Into the other as he blinked at the
tall man who filled the doorway. A
timid smile took root, blossomed into
a grin at the unexpected answer to
his monotonous question.
"We might even look for her own
er, huh, lad?" he asked after hear
ing Davie's story.
Davie's head was still bobbing
happily as he sprinted away to com
plete the transfer, lest his new-found
friend change his mind.
Mrs. Meek's call to supper brought
the boy to the fence, a small ball
of fur cupped in his hands. "What
you doln' over there?" she demand
ad, "annoyin' the neighbors?"
"It's an right Mrs. Meek. Davie
Just brought me a dog." Mr. Dyer
1st the screen door slam behind him.
"You're a fool, BUI Dyer?or don't
you know what a dog can do to a
garden?"
"Plenty!" be chuckled. "Thanks
to Davie here, I can buy more ferti
liser for mine."
At. the word "fertilizer" bar
scrawny eyebrows met over slitted
I eyes. "Don't you be pullin' my
< leg, BUI Dyer I"
"It's the truth." His laughter kin
' died a fire in Davie's thin chest,
wsrming him. "We went looking
I for Lady's owner this afternoon, Da
vie and I. Seems she got out of the
baggage room down at the depot."
"And they gave me a puppy!" Da
vie repeated pointedly. "The man's
coming for Lady tomorrow?with ten
dollars reward."
Mrs. Meek didn't say anything,
but when she went inside she
j slammed the door with an awful
bang.
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