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) / l improved jlj~uil 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." SEWING CIRCLE PATTERNS Dainty First Clothes for Baby. 'f Versatile and Smart Two-Piecer t 8539 ""A 870ih imM-3 yrt.l Baby Clothe* U ERE is an adorable set of tiny first clothes for the very small , member of your family. It makes i a lovely gift for a new baby. Make the little dress of organdy, < dimity or dotted swisa? the dainty j underthings in fine lawn or batiste. ? ? ? Pattern No. 2706 comes in sizes 6 mos., 1. 2 and 3 years. Size 1, dress, requires 1% yards of 35 or 38 Inch material; pantie and slip, 1?,4 yards; 3 yards lace for ! pantie and slip. I 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 with his head completely shaved. So great was the disturbance his naked dome caused that he was excused from further attendance. In his senior year he made an average grade of 99.89 per cent! 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. 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