GOD IS MY
CO-PILOT
^Col. Robert L.Scott W-NJU RtLtASt
Tkc ctory Ona Car: After (raAaaOmt
inn Waa? Point aa a tccoad tleatcnint
Habere Scan wlnt kla winn at Kctly
rteU aad tafcaa ay partull lytnj. When
At ?a> kraaka oat ke U aa taiatraclor
4a California aad told ka la too (da for
< Ota hat lytnj. Ha appoala to aororal
Caaorala lor a chaaeo to dp a comkat
plana, aad dull; tka opportunity comm.
Ho aara aoodkp to kla wilt and child aad
Alaa a bomber to India, where ha be
comea a ferry pilot, which doca not ap
peal la him. Ha alalia General Chen
aault and la promlaed a Kitty hawk, aad
aoeo bo la flylaa the tklea over Burma.
Ha (eta kla drat dap bomber, hnraa ap
enemy tracka and cult a Jap battalion to
kite.
CHAPTER XIII
Word had come ntyp that the AVG,
with General Chennault as Com
mander, was to be inducted into the
Army Air Corps. Chennault, then a
General In the Chinese Army but a
retired Captain in the U. S. Army,
was to be given the rank of Briga
dier General to head the China Air
Task Force. But from what I had
gathered from the few newspapers
we had received and from rumors
that filtered through, I knew that
not many of the AVG were going to
accept induction.
There were officious men around
the China-Burma-India theater who
thought the AVG were unruly and
undisciplined. To these statements
I always remarked that I wished we
had ten such undisciplined groups?
for they would have destroyed some
three to four thousand enemy air
planes, and that would certainly
have hindered the Japanese. There
were others who claimed that the
fighters of the AVG fought for the
high salaries and the extra bonus of
five hundred dollars for each ene
my plane they shot down. That
made me laugh, for I had seen the
AVG fight, and later on I was to fly
with them against the enemy. I
knew those great pilots?I knew that
they were great American adventur
ers who would have fought just as
hard for peanuts or Confederate
money?as long as they were fight
ing for General Chennault and were
flyfng those beloved P-40's.
As it stood now: after long hours
of combat the men were tired; they
had been out of the United States
under the most trying conditions
for nearly a year. They were all
showing combat fatigue and needed
a rest. Some of them were combat
weary and ought never to be risked
in combat again.
Furthermore, the induction of the
AVG had hit a snag, from poor judg
ment on the part of one man. It
seems that someone had lined the
boys up for a fight-talk on the glam
our of induction into the Army, and
had used very little tact. He re
cited newspaper stories intimating
that the AVG fought for the high
pay of Cameo?between $600 to $750
a month, depending on whether or
not the pilot was a wing man or a
squadron leader. This salesman
went on to state that he sincerely
hoped the AVG would accept induc
tion, because if they didn't, and
when their contracts with Cameo
expired, they would probably find
their draft boards waiting for them
when they stepped off the boat that
carried them back to the United
States In that case, they would of
course be inducted as privates rath
er than commissioned as officers.
A laree Dercentaee of the AVG
are reported to have got up and
walked out on the speech. After all,
they were high-strung fighter pilots
who had fought one of the greatest
battles against superior odds that
has ever been reported. In this
case, they were being threatened
without complete knowledge of all
the facts involved. 1 know that from
that day on they taught the Chinese
cuoue boy on the refueling truck
jokes about that reverse sales
speech. One involved an expression
that of course was never permitted
to reach its destination. The boy
v. as trained by some of the AVG?
,w..o were leaving China?to run up
to every transport that landed, and,
as the passengers got out, to repeat
for their benefit an unprintable
American expression aimed at the
speech-maker. The gas-truck coo
lie would religiously meet every C-47
and with bland countenance would
repeat the sentence. Most of the
AVG used to make sure that he
never reached the transport unload
ing the right man, but several times
it took the best of American flying
tackles to stop him in time.
Handled in another way, I be
lieve that every one of the AVG
who was physically able would have
stayed. As it was, only five pilots
remained, and some thirty ground
crew men. We had wanted to di
vide them into two groups?those
who from a physical standpoint bad
ly needed rest in the United States,
and those who could stay out in
China for six months longer without
impairing their health. We were to
permit the first group to go home
on July Fourth (the day their con
tracts with Cameo terminated) and
to remain there on leave for no lest
than a month, after which they were
to come back to China. It is my opin
ion that at least ninety per cent ol
the AVG would hve accepted this of
fer. But as it was, five of the great
est pilots in the world stayed witt
the group when their contracts ex
pired. And those five were enough
I went back to India and continuec
my single-ship raids on the Japs
After my tights with the AVG
the burning of the train in Indo
China, and the news of my one
man war in Burma, the story got to
the war correspondents. I began
to hear from home in the States
that I had been written up as "The
One-Man Air Force." From an ego
tistical standpoint I felt the thrill
that a normal person would, but
by this time I was beginning to real
ize that one man and one ship ii\
this type of warfare meant very lit-'
tie.
In the days that followed I sank
barges filled with enemy soldiers,
bombed enemy columns and strafed
enemy soldiers swimming in the wa
ter from the barges I had sunk. But
when I went back next day there
were more and more Japs surging
northward into upper Burma to
wards India. No, the title was an
empty one?for even I, with my ego
tism of success in combat, knew by
now that one man could make no
real mark on this enemy that we
were fighting. I had the satisfac
tion, however, of knowing that I was
learning things. I had the experi
ence of ten years of military flying,
and I knew I was a good pilot. The
day was going to come when that
knowledge of mine, learned the hard
way, would help train the new units
that would come from home. There
is no substitute for combat. You've
got to shoot at people while you're
being shot at yourself.
For the time being, though, there
was just the one ship, and I nursed
it like a baby. Flying it constantly,
I had begun to feel a part of it
Sometimes at night I'd think of my
wife and little girl, but never in
combat. Sometimes, coming home
after striking the enemy, I'd think of
them and they seemed far, far away.
Towards the last of May, after I'd
flown just about two hundred hours
A Jap bomber is shot down in
Col. Scott's first aerial combat.
in combat and had gathered about
a hundred holes in my ship, I think
I must have wondered if I'd ever see
them again. I carried a Tommy gun
with me in the cockpit of the ship,
for at strafing altitude there would
probably be no time to bail out with
the chute anyway, and I knew that
prisoners taken by the Japs receive
very harsh treatment, especially
those who have been straAng the
capturing troops when shot down.
My greatest bombing day came
late in the month of May, when
I dropped four 500-pound bombs at
Homalin, down on the Chindwin,
where the Japs seemed to be con
centrating. Early in the morning I
headed South with the heavy yel
low bomb, slowly climbing over the
Naga Hills and through the over
cast, topping out at 15,000 feet. As
I continued South on the course to
where the Uyu met the Chindwin
River, the clouds lowered but the
overcast remained solid. In one
hour, computing that I had made
the 180 miles to Homalin, I let down
through the overcast, hoping that
the mountains were behind me. Luck
was with me, as it usually was in
my single-ship war, and I found
the overcast barely a hundred feet
thick. I couldn't see Homalin and
my target area, but I kept right up
against the cloud ceiling and circled
warily. I knew that I was in luck:
I could drop the bomb and then
climb right back into the overcast,
no matter how many Jap fighters
came to intercept.
Soon I saw my target?and sure
enough, there were loaded barges
coming out of the broad Chindwin
and heading for the docks of Homa
lin. I continued circling against the
clouds at 11,000 feet.
For I had a plan. Dive-bombing
from a P-40 is not the most accurate
in the world: you can't dive very
steeply or the bomb might hit the
propeller, and also in too steep ?
; dive it's hard to recover in the
i high speeds that are built up. II
i seemed to me that the type of bomb
. ing one had to do in order to keej
I the speed under control and to mis:
I the prop, was more in the nature
i of glide-bombing. Most beginners
? however, are always short with then
I bombs. That is to say, the projec
? tile strikes before it gets to the tar
? get on the line of approach, rathe:
i than over it. From my practict
- bombings on the Brahmaputra,
had developed a rule of thumb:
I would dive at some forty-five de
grees; then, as the target in my gun
, sight passed nder the noes of m;
?hip, I would begin to pull out slowly
and count?one count (or every thou
sand feet of my elevation above the
target. Then a* the ship came al
most level, if I wps at two thou
sand feet when I reached the count
of "two," I'd drop the bomb.
I let the four barges get almost to
the "makeshift wharf; then I dove
from my cloud cover. As I got the
middle two barges on my gun-sight,
I made a mental resolution not to be
short?for even if I went over I'd hit
the Japs in the town. As I passed
three thousand feet the nearest
barge went under me, and I began to
pull out and count: "One?two
three?pull"?putting in the extra
count to insure me against being
short. I felt the bomb let go as I
jerked the belly-tank release, and I
turned to get the wing out of the
way so that I could see the bomb hit.
The five hundred pounds of TNT
exploded either right beside the
leading barge or between the barge
closest to shore and the docks. As
the black smoke cleared, I saw
pieces of the barge splashing into
the river a hundred yards from the
explosion. I went down and strafed,
but the black smoke was so thick
that I could see very little to con
centrate on; so I climbed to three
thousand feet and waited for the
smoke to clear. Then I dove for the
two barges that, were drifting down
the river. I must have put two
hundred rounds into each of them.
I got one to burning, and from the
black smoke it must have been load
ed with gasoline.
On my second raid I dropped a
five-hundred-pound bomb on the
largest building in Homalin, which
the British Intelligence reported the
next day had been the police sta
tion. They said that two hundred
Japanese were killed in that bomb
ing, and that between six hundred
and a thousand were killed in the
series of bombings. Many bodies
were picked up about thirty miles
down the Chindwin at Tamu and Sit
tiang. All four of my bombs had
done some damage, and I was quite
satisfied.
in unnsn intelligence reports i
read that Radio Tokyo had men
tioned Homalin. One bombing had
taken place, it seems, with very
slight damage, and that only to the
innocent Burmese villagers, but the
Imperial Japanese Army had evac
uated Homalin because of the serious
malaria that was prevalent there.
Anyway, I always like to think that ,
my four trips to Homalin with four
500-pound packages of good old
American Picatinny TNT had some
thing to do with the monkey-men's
deciding that the malaria was too
bad along the Chindwin.
My raids with "Old Extermina
tor" continued through May and into
June. Some days I'd climb out of
India through the rain clouds of the
monsoon and fly on into Burma. The
trip back would then be one to wor
ry me, for I never knew exactly
when to let down. Almost every
day, however, if I worked my take
off time properly I'd get back from
the mission as the storm clouds
were breaking, and I'd have a nice,
welcome hole to dive through. On
other days when I wasn't so lucky,
I'd just have to roll over and dive
for the valley of the Brahmaputra?
and that's where I always came out,
or I wouldn't be here to tell about it.
Some of the flights into Burma
were just a waste of gasoline; I
would see nothing. It follows that I
have written of the more exciting
ones. There's nothing so monoto
nous as to fly for four hundred miles
with plenty of ammunition, or some
times for two hundred to tliree hun
j a :i
urea mucs wimj a ucavjr uuiuu nv
tached, and find no place to drop it.
I'd have to come back then, and
gingerly letting down through the
dark monsoon clouds, land the 500
pounds of TNT as if I had a crate
of eggs aboard. After all, we didn't
have bombs to waste.
Early in June I did have one ex
citing trip. From reports of the fer
ry pilots I heard that the Japs were
building a bridge over the river
N'umzup, some forty miles North of
Myitkyina. The very afternoon the
report reached me, I went over and
strafed the engineers at work on the
bridge. And I nearly got shot down,
for the efficient Japanese had moved
in their anti-aircraft with the bridge
i crew. When I landed at the base I
helped the ground crew count the
thirty small-calibre holes in my
i ship. My cap had one hole in it,
i though luckily it had not been on
my head but back in the small bag
i gage compartment of the Kittyhawk.
That was pretty bad, though, for it
; was the only cap I had, and for
I months I had to wear it with all the
r felt torn from the crown by the
> Jap ground-fire. I remember that
! later one of the young bomber crew
men asked Maj. Butch Morgan?it
t was when we stepped from our ships
after bombing Hongkong?whether
( or not I'd had that cap on when
? the bullet went through.
i I cussed about the cap and loaded
, the ship for another run on the
r bridge. As I came in from another
- direction this time, and very low, I
- saw bodies of the enemy from my
r first strafing, but the Japs were still
? working on the bridge. I strafed
I the working-party in two passes
I from different directions, so low that
? the anti-aircraft couldn't shoot at
i- me effectively.
f (TO BE COHTUIULD) /
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uniform international
Sunday i
chool Lesson
BY HAROLD L. LUNDQUIST. D. D.
Of The Moody Bfblo Inrttuto of Chicago.
HtUttf by WmUib Mivipaptr Union.
Lesson for February 4
Lesson subjects and Scripture tests se
lected end copyrighted by International
Council of Religious Education; used by
permission.
. JESUS' CONCERN FOB ALL
LESSON TEXT?Matthew l:L *-U. U-JS
COLDEN TEXT?Therefore ?U things
whatsoever ye would that men should do
to you. do ye even so to them: tor this la
tba law and the prophets.?Matthew 1:11.
What U a man worth? Well, say
we, that depends, and then we are
prone to undervalue him. Jesus had
(and taught) a high regard for the
inherent value of man. He saw pos
sibilities in all men. He had a love
for them. He was concerned about
their welfare, and they responded
by an interest In Him.
Jesus showed by His dealings with
men how wrong are most of the
standards and attitudes of the world.
With Him there were:
I. No Social Barrier (w. 1, 9, 10).
The caste system of some lands,
dividing people into social strata
which separate men and hinder fel
lowship, does not exist in our land.
Yet, in practice, we have such lev
els which are a formidable barrier
in the thinking of many (perhaps
most) people.
Jesus knew nothing of social bar
riers. He ignored them and went
straight to the one in need. In our
lesson It was a man of position and
wealth who was an outcast among
his people because he was a hated
?-it ? .j a e n
(suicrer ul uuicb lur ivwiuc.
Jesus saw In him a man of faith
and a useful witness for Him.
And He not only talked with him,
but called him to be His disciple.
Then He went further and, to the
astonishment of His critics, went in
to a great feast where many such
men were gathered.
He ate with publicans and sinners,
not because He approved of their
manner of life, but because He want
ed to change it as He changed them.
n. No Fear of Criticism (w. 11-13).
Many a kind and noble impulse
has died a-boming because of the
fear of criticism. "What will people
say?" has kept many a Christian
from speaking to some sinner about
his (or her) soul.
"The world is too much with us?"
and we all too often guide our lives
and service by the possible reaction
we may receive from those round
about us. We did not learn such an
attitude from Jesus.
His answer to His critics made
it clear that there will be no self
righteous, "good enough" people
in heaven. The Lord is not even
calling them, so long as they trust
in their own goodness. He came to
seek and to save sinners (?. 13, and
Luke 19:10).
We, too, may go forward without
fear of our critics. That doesn't
mean that we "don't care what peo
| pie think" about us. We ought to
i care, but if their opinion is based
on unbelief and self-righteousness,
it should certainly not deter us from
our all-important business of soul
winning.
in. No Limitation of Time and
Plsee (vv. 18-22).
Often the help of man to those in
need is circumscribed by so many
regulations that those who most do
serve help cannot get it. There ara
times and places for application
I forms, and tests must be completed,
I etc. Doubtless much of this is need
I ed, but one wonders at times wheth
| er our charitable impulses have not
disappeared under a mountain of
| red tape.
Be that as It may, now interesting
i it is to see that Jesus met the need
when and where it appeared. He
] was already on one errand of mercy
when the sick woman touched His
robe. He was not too busy nor too
preoccupied to stop and give her a
word of help and comfort (v. 22).
Is there not a significant lesson
| here for us in the church? The
need is reason enough for the ex
tension of our help. The place is
anywhere that men are in sadness
or sorrow, and the hour is now?
when they need our help.
IV. No Lack of Power (vv. 23-26).
How often the human heart is
prompted to help, and willing hands
are ready to follow its promptings
in loving action, yet we find that we
cannot do anything. The need is toe
great for our meager resources. Our
strength does not suffice. We have
no money, or the situation is one
beyond human help.
How wonderful it is then to re
member the Lord Jesus 1 A touch
on the hem of His garment in faith
made the woman whole (v. 22). 6
word from Him brought the deal!
little girl out to face the scornen
of Jesus, in the bloom of life anc
health.
Has He lost any of His great pow
er? No. He is just "the same yes
terday, and today, and forever'
(Heb. 11:8). Why not trust Him?
Do you need help?spiritual, men
tal, physical? He is able. He hat
no prejudice regarding your socia
position. He will meet you righ
where you are, and right now. Hi
is seeking the sick and the sinful
"tbe tost, the last, and the least'
1 Look to Him by faith.
The great Physician now la near.
^ The sympathizing Jesus:
Be speaks, the drooping heart to cheer;
O beer the voice of Jesus.
Battle Jacket
By EDWARD YE WD ALL
McClurc Syndic a U?WNU Feature?.
JOHNNY MULFORD'S first ap
J proach to the girl was direct. He
went straight up to her In the sub
way station and said, "Gee, you're
the most beautiful thing 1 ever
saw."
The girl gave him a look that was
(1) startled, (2) contemptuous and
(3) mad. She said, "On your way."
Perhaps if she had known John
ny's long build-up before he found
the courage to do what he did she
would have been a little more re
ceptive. It was like this: He had
come back from the wars and gone
to work for the Mulcahy Contract
ing Company on his old drawing
board, after two months' loafing. He
couldn't get through his red head
that this building stuff was of the
slightest moment. He couldn't, at
first, get back to work. He couldn't
get his mind on the beam.
After wandering around the house,
worrying Mom to death, picking
books out of the bookcase and read
ing a page or two, then putting them
face down on the coffee table, the
piano, the floor; after whitewashing
the cellar and pruning the trees, he
finally gave up and went into the
office The battle jacket with the
shoulder patch embroidered with the
"1" and "Guadalcanal" hung in the
closet. He had never worn it since
the day he got home.
He saw the girl the first day he
went regularly to work. She board
ed the bus at Poplar Street. She
carried herself with a quiet dignity
that became her blonde beauty; she
was alone always. The girl's eyes
reminded Johnny of the deep blue
of the Pacific, and it seemed as if
this was the girl he had been wait
ing for all his life. But the girt
appeared to know nothing about
that.
After a few weeks of long-distance
admiration Johnny met Kline Har
kina and, wonder of wonders, Kline
knew something about the girl! If
Kline had only been acquainted,
things might have been settled one
way or another right then. But
Kline only lived near the girl, and
she wasn't given to distant nod dings.
But Kline had a lot of dope. Her
name was Hermance Taylor, she
was twenty-two and worked in the
Great American Insurance Compa
ny's office; her father was a dis
patcher for the bus company. There
was no boy friend in sight.
Six weeks passed. Once Johnny
had the opportunity to give Her
mance his seat in the bus. She said
a cool "Thank you," and sat down.
After that Johnny ceased to exist.
After his rebuff in the subway sta
tion Johnny braced Kline Harkins
to try to meet the girl through neigh
bors on Poplar Street, but Kline was
too diffident and bashful himself for
that. Anyway, Johnny calculated,
Kline would like to meet the girl on
his own account. This seemed a
cockeyed reversal of the "Why don't
you speak for yourself, John?" Po
cahontas thing.
Johnny just subsided into eyeing
the girl, drinking in every detail of
her appearance, noting the sweetly
grave expression in the deep blue
eyes, the just-right details of her
modest dress, the graceful walk and
superlative carriage.
Things at the office didn't go so
well. He couldn't concentrate on
the layout of the Kilmer Radio Com
pany's machine shop at all. Mr.
Mulcahy was swell; he reminded
Johnny that Rome was neither built
nor destroyed in a day. "Take your
time," he said. "This stuff will
seem trivial for a while yet. Work
only when you feel like it, Johnny.
We're with you?we know what you
can do."
"Wait till I meet Hermance," he
i said to himself. "Then I'll start to
go to town. We'll see movies two
nights a week, and we'll hold hands
in the dark. On Saturday nights
we'll go to the American Legion
dances, and the boys will look at
Hermance and gnash their teeth.
After about a year I'll touch Dad for
a loan and we'll think about buying
a house, and from then on it'll be
bills and mortgages and maybe a
little Hermance and Johnny. And
will I love it!"
Early on Johnny's Saturday off.
Mr. Mulcahy called him up. "John
ny," he said, "Mr. Henderson is
i here from Milwaukee. He wants to
I go over the machine shop layout
I with us, and I don't know a thing
I about it. Will you come in?"
i Well, Mother had sent his only
civvy overcoat to the cleaners, and
> it wouldn't be back until night?a
i special concession at that. Mother
said, "Put on the battle Jacket,
John. It's mild out. You ought tc
, be proud of it." Johnny hated U
, wear any part of a uniform some
, how, but there was nothing else tc
do. It was too cold for his suit, ark
, as yet he possessed no topcoat. H?
I sallied forth in the battle jacket.
Hermance hopped on the bus a'
Poplar Street. Her eyes passer
1 Johnny with their cool lmpersonality
? and looked out the window. Some
thing brought them back again, ant
they settled on the shoulder patel
, of Johnny's jacket, on the "1" ant
I the "Guadalcanal."
t In the subway station she cam.
. swiftly up to Johnny and said, "Par
don me, but I always wanted t
? shake hands with a man from Guad
alcanal. I hope you won't think I'n
forward."
Johnny grinned and said, "No.
don't think you're forward. I thin
you're swell."
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It Can Surely Be Said
Champ Used His Head
Champ Clark, speaker of the
house from 1911 to 1919, had to
battle poverty in order to get an
education. When he finally man
aged to scrape enough money to
gether to go to college, he took
his schooling very seriously. Clark
kept his nose stuck in a book from
morning till night?even skipping
chapel.
However, the school authorities
insisted that he attend services
and he did?for a short while. The
bookworm appeared in chapel
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So great was the disturbance his
naked dome caused that he was
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In his senior year he made an
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Congress in India a Party,
Not a Legislative Body
With the trouble that the Brit
ish Raj is having at? the present
time with the "Congress" in India,
it is curious to recollect that this
movement was started in 1885
largely through the work of an
English member of the Indian civ
il service, A. O. Hume, at the sug
gestion of the then Viceroy, Lord
Dufferin.
Originally named the "Indian
National Congress," it is not, as
in the United States, the title of
a legislative body. It is a political
party?the largest and best organ
ized in India, although its mem
bership in 1941 was only a mil
lion and a half, or a ratio of
I in 259 of the total population.
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leaves, requires 3% yards of SO or 9
nch material.
Due to an unusually larfe demand and
rurrent war conditions, sUgfady motsr
lme Is required In filling orders Isr a flsw
tf the most popular pattern numbers.
Send your order to:
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IDS Ilxth Are. New Tart. M. Y.
Enclose 38 cents In coins isr esch
pattern desired.
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Name
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Icala, no minerals, no phenol
5 dernrativee. N R Tableta are
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dependable, thorou*!n yet
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druggiata. Caution: Take
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