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GOD IS MY ( *, CO-PILOT -Col. Robert L.Scott V/-KU. RELEASE i" ?w?ry an or: uai irunui km ?Ht Point, Robert Scott otu kio atoio *t Kelly Plaid ul ukei op comkot Rytog. Bo ku boon u tor true tor lor ka yeon akeo lbs war krooko oot, ud bo U tall that bo U aow too aid too ? flat Sylai. Bo apptili to oororal ntaittli aa4 is SaaAy ftrca aa opporta ?fty to got Into tbo Sfht. Bo Hoi a bomber to India, kot oa antral Is nada a lour pilot aad this does not salt bias. Alter rlslttof Geaeral cheaaaall ko sots a Kitty hawk aad sosa barawaa a "on ?at air (area" la lbs aides or or Banna. Kales bo Is mods coataiandlag otBcor of mm nrd Pllhtor Oroap aad stm keeps kaaitlas down Jap pi one a. Bo tolls tbo . story af Capt. Ellas. CHAPTER XXI When I finished the job and pulled ?p again, I could barely see the hat of jny flight several miles away. 1 gradually climbed after them, for got to look around, and just sat Mbere, "dumb and happy." Just sat Raere too long over enemy terri tary, without looking around every second. Without thinking about it, I kad become a straggler. In a high-powered engine, as soon as we go into combat we take mili tary power from the engine?that is, we take as much bod$t as the en gine will stand without "detonat Big," put the prop in low pitch, high speed position. As you leave the ?oanbat and the area, if you're sot too excited the hand automati cally pulls the prop controls to max imum cruising position to save fuel and to keep the engine from run ning hot. I began subconsciously to j do this. Just then, very dreamily, I heard ?pop-pop-pop-pop-pop. I raised my head slightly, to try to see my oth er fighters ahead, and pulled the ?rattle back just a little more. Mat popping sounded like engine detonation to me. Then I tensed, for I had seen that my manifold pres sure was barely 5 inches (on the ?Hnometer gauge), and therefore I aenld not be detonating from too Mach boost. At the same instant I heard again the pop-pop-pop, and became all attention in a flash; my aase went down?I had been climb he?my prop went back to low pitch ad my throttle really went forward taough to cause the engine to de taate. A cold shiver went down . ay spine, there in that hot glass cage. I skidded the ship to the left aad looked around as my speed hatlt up fast. What I saw in the sun, ahead of at, chilled me more. I saw wink ag lights and the blurred outline of an airplane?and not so far away. Iben I saw another, and I guess ?are were others. I could see the arange lights winking down at me even in the glare of the sun. They were Japs firing at me, and I had aaly slightly more than a thousand fleet. Cold turkey and a straggler! While I fumbled with my mike button to my radio to call Holloway and Baumler for help, I realized the hstility of it. I don't believe my hry throat would have made a sound anyway. I just acted?and thank the Lord, my reflexes let me do something. I turned directly towards the ships with my nose down, and pulled up firing. I know now that if Vhad turned away from them they would have shot me down in their cross-fire. As it was, I surprised them and went underneath them very fast and into the sun. Thus, when they looked around, I had the sun in my favor, and from that time on I was using it. But as I pulled ap firing, I held the trigger down ami "froze." I heard the cannon of the Zero?I felt the recoil of my six guns?1 felt things hit "Old Extermi nator"?and then I saw a cloud of hlack smoke in front of my nose. I shut my eyes involuntarily and dove ?0ain Something hit my ship with the same sound you get when you sud denly fly into heavy rain. I opened my eyes and everything was dark. 1 smelted the smoke and cordite and gasoline and thought I was on Are. - Just then I realized I was still flring. I reached up, grabbed the handle, rolled the canopy open ?and saw light. I rolled it shut again and realized that the black ness had been caused mostly by oil an my windshield. The speed of my dive had blown most of that ofT mam, and though I couldn't see very well, I could make out the horizon. With a long sigh of relief I lev eled the speeding ship over the rice paddies, and as they say in the slang sf fighter stations, "I took off like a scalded dog." I S-ed and skidded feat tried net to lose speed. Looking beck, I saw the smoke and oil that I had gone through, and down un der the place where I had been I saw Are and a plume of smoke? ane Jap that wouldn't fly again. I think I was halfway home before I lully realized that I had shot it down and hadn't run into it. For twenty miles I skimmed over flie paddies, "jinking" to fool the en emy who might be pursuing, skid ding to make him miss, and watch ing my boost read seventy inches of mercury. The engine heated up and the coolant light came on to warn me, before I eased the throttle back a little. I called Ajaz Baumler on the radio and told him I was hit? had been intercepted, my engine was heating up and I didn't know what all was the matter with the dUp, but I wgz on course for home and going like a bat out of hell. Ajax stood by to take my position if worse things should develop and 1 should have to land. But the coolant light finally flick ered and went off, the engine cooled off when I got a little of the boost off and stopped abusing it. And I breathed again, feeling that I'd been holding one breath for fifteen min utes. All was clear behind me, and I gradually climbed to ten thousand and went back home to Hengyang. All the boys came out to see me. Of course Elias was missing and they'd been worried lest I was a goner too. There were cannon holes in my wings and tail; one had gone just across the back of the canopy. There were smaller holes in the fuselage from the cockpit back to the tail; there was oil from the spin ner of the prop to the tail. Oil from your own ship can hardly get on the very tip of the nose of your ship, and this was proof that it was Jap oil. As we looked the plane over, I got more and more settled down from my narrow escape. But then I real ized that my ship, which I had now flown in combat from April until September 2nd, was badly damaged. "Old Exterminator" was shot to pieces. We had tea in the alert shack and sent the other mission out to dive bomb Nanchang and strafe the trains from Kukiang to the North to wards Hankow. Also we got the Chinese net looking for Elias, and reported that I had shot down one Zero near Kukiang. General Haynes led some missions on Canton, and after fair bombing results the fighters stayed behind and engaged the enemy Zeros. Lieut. Pat Daniels shot down his fc,..,.. .Wis.. . IIIMP .Ji. ..... Fighter pilots ready to take to the air on a moment's notice. They had plenty of opportunity to fight all the time. They never had to sit on the defensive and worry. And, strange ly enough, they liked it. first Jap, and Charlie Sawyer got his third. In the next raid of the bombers General Haynes again led. Maj. Butch Morgan?who the news papers used to say was the only Yankee on General Chennault's staff . . . "Wonder how he got there?"? was leaning over the lead bomb sight and directing the bombing. This objective was to burn the docks of Haiphong on the coast of Indo China. The small bomber force of six B-25's went in with only three P-40's for escort. Maj. Ed Rector led the fighters, with Lieutenant Marks on one wing and Pat Daniels on the other. Just to make the bomb load against the Japs heavier, the fight ers carried a five-hundred-pound bomb on each ship. With these they dive-bombed the docks after the bombers had blasted them and set them on fire. Here the attack was entirely successful; the fighter boys came back and said it was the best bombing that they had ever seen. The bomb train had covered the naipnong wnarves irom one ena 10 the other, and when the ships went back to their forward field to refuel and return to base, the smoke was covering the town. Rector led his three fighters down in a strafing at tack over thi wharf fires and kept the fire-fighters from working. We were brought back now from the Kweilin-Hengyang front to watch the situation in Burma and to harass the Jap to the South in Indo-China. Our situation was peculiar in China ?we were just about surrounded by the Japanese on all sides except to the North, toward Russia, and that was so far and over such moun tains that It seemed not to matter. To our backs was Burma, filled with Japs. To the South was Indo-Chins and Thailand, and out to the front and Northeast were Japanese. Where in hell could you find a worse situation? But we got to fight all the time; we never had to sit on the de fensive and worry. We liked it and there was never a word of oom plaint. I had to wait at Hengyang a day longer than the others, for my ship was being repaired enough for me to fly it to the repair depot at Kunming. At Kunming the blow fell: the engine of "Old Extermina tor" was bad and there were no more new or serviceable engines. The cannon from the Zero had dam aged the wring so badly that pullouta would be dangerous. The fuselage was peppered with over two hun dred holes from the last five months of combat. But the old ship wasn't junked or salvaged, for we needed parts too badly in China. There were new planes on the way to us now in monthly increments, but we could take this plane and put several back in commission. The scheme that we devised helped my morale greatly, for to have junked the old ship that had been my fighter for five months would have been like seeing the horse that you've ridden for twenty years cast aside and destroyed. I could remember too well that day when I landed at Hehgyang and looked at the damage the ship had suffered. There had been a lump in my throat and I had felt as though my sword had been taken away. "Qld Exterminator" had taken me nearly five hundred hours into com bat against the enemy. That's over a hundred thousand miles?and you just ask any pilot if that isn't a long way on trips where people shoot at you. We took the guns out of the ship that General Chennault had given me in April and put them in my new P-40E. They were well broken in, and the Armament Officer, Captain Hoffman, who had been with the AVG and in my squadron in Pana ma seven years before, had worked them into perfection. I had had no jams or stoppages in over a month. The landing-gear we put on another ship; the instruments were scat tired throughout the group; the ar mor plate was taken out to make a hot-cake griddle for the mess. All parts of the fighter were cannibal ized, and in a month were spread out over eighteen P-40's in the or ganization. I remember especially that the automatic fuel-pump was put on a P-40B, which permitted the lighter ship to go higher than it had ever gone before, and on its second flight with the booster pump, the pilot, Lieut. T. R. Smith, shot down a Japanese observation plane uvci nuuiiuiig. I never did go out and look at th> old engine that had come out of my first fighter. After all, an engine is exchangeable anyway, and we get used to different ones. The shot-up shell of the fuselage, and the wing that had held me up over a hundred thousand miles of enemy country, I didn't want to see again. I just thought of my six fifty-caliber guns flying with me in my new fighter as the real soul of "Old Exterminator." And I thought of the hundreds of parts from Air Corps number 41-1456 that were helping to keep eighteen ships of our Group in the air. For the men of the Group, the cannibalized ship had been a help, but to me it had been a tradition to keep. In my mind, no matter how long I myself might be fighting in China, "Old Exterminator" would be on all those flights?some of it would be on every mission that we flew. And thus it would fly forever. *On September 25, Maj. Ed Rector led the assault of a flight down to raid Hanoi in Indo-China. I led the support, and we kept a thousand feet above the first echelon. Our mission was to escort ten bombers for the bombardment of Gia Lam airdrome. We went South and "topped-off" our gas load at a secret base, then routed our flight to the West of Laokay to keep from alert ing the Jap warning net. Until we were close to Hanoi, we kept well West of the railroad that led to our objective. Even with these precautions to keep from alerting the enemy, we found the Japanese I-45's in the air and over the field as we came in from the West. The twin-engine fighters absolutely ignored our fight ers and made runs on the bombers, but they didn't get very far with their orders. Rector took the first four P-40's In on the leading Japs and hit them five hundred yards h?hinH nur hnmhpr*. who ware al ready dropping their eggs. I saw two of Ed's flight gang-up on the first steeply climbing 1-45, but be fore they could shoot it down Dan iels went In fast to within a few yards of the Jap and shot him down in flames. As the ship exploded I thought Pat Daniels' plane was on fire too, they were so close. We all confirmed the first ship for the eager Daniels, who was from Van Nuys, California. The bombers were an the way borne now, and we sighed with re lief and tried to catch the Jape. Ed Rector took the next ship he got his sights on and blew it apart Then he fought all the way to the ground with two others. Marks shot down one, and the others were about equally divided. I caught a flight of three I-46's go ing hell-bent for the bombers from below and to the rear, and shot the last ooe in the formation down with a short burst It was point-blank range and occurred very fast. I first saw a thin trail of gray smoke that looked like the usual condensation cloud that forms behind the wings of fighter ships doing maneuvers at high altitude, when the atmospheric conditions are Just right And then flame poured from the right engine. It spread up over the cockpit and stretched thirty feet back in the slip stream. I moved up towards the second enemy fighter and didn't see the flamer go down. cro we cotmiruxD) . iL IMPROVED UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL Sunday i chool Lesson BY HAROLD L. LUHDQUIST. D. D. Of Th? Moody Blblo Institute oi Chlcafo. | liUrt by Wdttn M?w?tptr Union. Lesson for April 1 I mm aubtocto and Scrtptun toita ?? tocted and copyrighted bp lataraattooal Council od RaUgtoug EducaOou; and bp XtwlMllW. THE AUTHOR AND PERrECTER OP OUR FAITH LESSON TEXT-?Matthew S>:SSSS:t. GOLDEN TEXT?Lot tu run with pt Ooooe the race that to Mt baton ua. looking unto Jaaua Dm author and partoctn ad our taith.?Hebrews U:l. 1 Christianity is a resurrection faith! How food it is to recall that, in this troubled year of 1945, even as wa share onoe more the spiritual in spiration of Easter Sunday. Today we recall that the loving hands of His friends and followers had given themselves in what they thought was to be their Anal act of devotion to their Lord. His body had been tenderly laid in Joseph's tomb and the great stone rolled in place at its door. But even as some were kind and loving, there were others who were so relentless in their hatred that they pursued Christ even beyond the grave. I. The Hatred of Christ's Enemies (27:62-86). We sometimes wonder at the bit terness of the enemies of Christian ity in our day. Had we given more earnest heed to the Bible story we should have known that it was so from the very beginning. The wicked men who brought about the crucifixion of Jesus were not content to let Him rest in His grave. They had lusted after His life and they had taken that, but even as He lay silent in the tomb, the priests and the Pharisees came to Pilate and called Him "that de ceiver" (v. 83) and demanded a spe cial guard. 111*7 wun mil nu Qiscipm would perpetrate a fraud, and after dealing the body declare that He risen. Wicked and deceitful . arte can Imagine all aorta of treachery on the part of others. The hatred of unbelievers toward Christ and toward His followers knows no stopping place. In civil ized lands and among cultured peo ple it operates under a cloak of re spectability, but it is nonetheless bitter and relentless in its pursuit of Him and ?f His church. n. The Vletery of Christ (28:1-8). Victory and praise should be the keynote of Christianity. Why should we be doleful and sad? Our Lord has come back victorious from the grave! We may be glad and sing even hi the midst of earth's sor rows and distresses. Let praise be i the employ of our lips constantly as we worship Him and work for Him. The picture that greeted the sur prised eyes of the two women as they came to the grave, as it began to da*yn on the first day of the week, eras one resplendent with the glory and majesty of God. The earth quaked as the lightning flashed. The angel of the Lord broke through the supposedly unbreakable seal of Rome and rolled back the stone which was to have permanently closed the door to the tomb. This was done, not to release Christ?for He had already gone, no grave could hold Him?but that men might see the empty grave and know that He was risen. Other religions keep the graves of their founders. Christianity points to an empty tomb. To the foes of Christ represented by the keepers, the coming of the angel and the revelation of the pow er of God brought absolute discom fiture. That is still true. Men will argue with theology, church meth ods, even Christian profession, but when they see the power of God re vealed, they can only be "as dead mon " To the friends of Christ, the angel brought comfort and assurance. Their fears were assuaged by his word of comfort, and then their faith was revived by the assurance that Christ eras risen. The resurrection declares that He is the Son of God with power, the Saviour of the werld. III. The Joy of Chrlst'sUisdples (28:7-9). The followers of Christ had their share of fear and unbelief, but It was quickly overcome by joy and assurance as they knew that their Lord was risen. The note of great joy is highly appropriate on Easter Sunday, but just as proper on every Sunday yes, every day of the Christian's life. He is risen from the dead! That settles all questions about His deity, His power. His salvation. It meets the problems of our lives with an unfailing word of confidence and Joy Be sure to note that such good news must not be kept to ourselves. We should emulate the zeal of the disciples, who "departed quickly" to make it known to their families and friends. The story of the victorious Saviour is still unknown to many thousands possibly we should say millions. Let someone depart quick ly to tell them of Jesus. And don't forget to ask yourself, "Should that | someone be me?" Jesus met them on the way with | a greeting of peace. He loves to fellowship with His people as they go on His errands. You will find Him I there ewaiting your coming. Mail for Milly By. MARY EDNA RITCHIE McCarf^WWr^tpw yajtun. " A HE you" "fit "SouK about your self or ahotbef? Send a dime with a specimen of handwriting. It may change your whole future. Write CaVandra." ? ' Mr*. Norton looked from the newspaper clipping to the girl clean ing the living room window. "But I thought you liked housework, Milly." "Oh, yes. Mrs. Norton. I do. It's easy here after the farm. Water from a tap and milk in a bottle and all that. But I sometimes won der how it would be to work in a factory the way Pansy Evans from home does." Mrs. Norton tucked a loose pin firmly into her carefully waved graying hair. "Have you sent the dime yet, Milly?" "Oh, yes, Mrs. Norton. Last week. When do you think I'll hear?" "Any time now, Milly." Mrs. Nor ton moved the dread en vase aimless ly on the mantel. "And now Til fin ish up, Milly. You have some work in the laundry. Hand me the brush for the Venetian blind, please." According to the paper "Domes tic Problems," which Mrs. Norton was preparing for the next club meeting, practical cooperation strengthened the bond between mis tress and maid. It was in the inter est of this paper that she had been helping Milly for several days while drawing her out?the maid touch would point it up. And Milly, in a burst of confidence inspired by Mrs. Norton's sympathetic ques tions, had shown her the hand writing advertisement. There, she had finished! And now she must type "Domestic Prob lems." The postman was coming up the walk. No mail except (or Milly. New York postmark. It would be from the handwriting person, Cas sandra. Milly was still downstairs in the laundry, so Mrs. Norton put the letter on the hall table. ' She set up the card table and opened her portable typewriter. Only an hour before leaving (or a downtown luncheon date. But Milly's letter bothered her. Suppose the analysis resulted in the girl's yielding to the urge to try some thing different? Mrs. Norton simply could not manage. Who would get dinner on the afternoons she at tended meetings? And then Mrs. Norton had an idea. She brought the letter in and sat down ln: front of the typewriter. The envelope flap was stuck just a tiny bit and only ib one place. It wasn't like tampering with personal mail. Mrs. Norton would never think of doing anything so terrible as that. Never! She scanned the tingle sheet. The heading was printed, of course. Well, she'd have to type it, but Milly would think that was the way it should be. Two short paragraphs. The first would do. Mrs. Norton hammered it out and then went on? The letter "d" reveals that you are somewhat inclined to be un appreciative of the people about you. The letters "u", "v" and "w" denote the truly domestic type of person who is at her best when catering to the comfort of others in the home. Persons of this type rare ly make good out in the world and should avoid club work, office posi tions and factory jobs. There, it was done! Sealing the envelope, Mrs. Norton put it back on the ball table. Almost time (or her to go. She called down to Milly that there was mail (or her, and to remember about putting the roast in the oven at (our-thirty. It was almost five o'clock when Mrs. Norton found herself on the way home. Milly really had a good place. No going out in all weathers as in factory work. And one could never be sure about boarding houses either. Then, Mrs. Norton was not like *ome mistresses. She'd never put paper doilies under the ruga to find out if the maid vacuumed them properly, or stuff cleansing tissues at the foot of the bed to trap her in careless bedmaking. Uean tricks, those. Mrs. Norton opened the door of her house. "Oh, Mrs. Norton, I'm glad you'vp come. I didn't want just to leave a note." There was Milly, dressed for the street, com ing downstairs with a suitcase. "Why, Milly, what in the world is wrong?" "It's like this, Mrs. Norton." The words tumbled out "Pansy Evans phoned me that I can get in where she works. Same shift, too. But I'll have to start right away. And I can board wbara aha does." Mrs. Norton's world was coming to pieces. "But, Milly, I thought you liked it here." "Yes, Mrs. Norton, hot I stayed on partly because I didn't know if you could manage alone. But you've been doing fine at the work since last week. And this makes me feel different about you." Milly took the letter from her handbag. Mrs. Norton glanced over It. How well she knew every word I "Why, Milly, don't you think you have things mixed? It seems from this that you should be staying." Milly picked up the suitcase. "You see what it says about being at borne. That's what I meant." "Me? Why. it's you, Milly. It was your handwriting." "Oh, no, Mrs. Norton. That's what I'm trying to explain. It was yours I sent" SEWING CIRCLE PATTERNS Sailor Togs for Brother-Sister 1 Wear This for Sports or Street 'I UJ 130S ; ^ 1-6 ?n. | Jaunty Sailor Suits. FOR that pair of cherubs, gay ! 1 little outfits with a nautical air. 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