THURSDAY, DECEMBER 21. 1944
IS MY
Col. Robert L.Scott
T scary thus fir; Robert Scott, m
West Point graduate, begins pursnlt train
tag at ruimt attar ituulag kis wines
at Kelly Field, Texas. Waea th war
eomee ta as ba is aa butructor la Call
fornia, art fearing h wUI always be aa
laatractor ka wrltca to many gaaaral
leading tor a chase at cambat lying,
aad at last tha opportunity comes. Ba
aya foodby to Us wUa aad baby and
leaves for Florida, where ba picks up bit
Flying Fortress. Ba ales to India where
for some time ba la a terry pilot, flying
supplies Into Burma, bat ha does aot Ilka
this Job. They fly over bombed and burn
ing Chinese towns as Burma tails. After
Burma Is In tha bands of Japs ba meets
General SUlwell and his party.
WN.U. RELEASE
CHAPTER X
Back at the field I found that
Payne had loaded the transport with
forty tick or wounded Ghurkas. In
fact, we had to keep more from get
ting aboard by threatening them
with our guns, for after all, we had
the same small field for taking off
we'd had for landing. Johnny swung
the ship' into the wind and we were
off in some six hundred feet We
went in many times again, after
the Ghurkas had lengthened the run
way slightly, and we finally moved
out most of the soldiers before the
monsoon rains ran us out. But I'll
never forget Captain Payne's feat in
that first landing of a transport at
Fort Hertz.
Following the defeat of the Allied
armies down in southern and cen
tral Burma, the refugees poured to
the North and to the Northwest.
Those to the Northwest tried to walk
out by the Lido Road, which was
nothing more than a game trail
Many of them died, and of those)
who came out many died after enter
ing India. I heard stories of bod
ies by the hundreds, almost burled
in the mud, all along the trail from
Burma to India. Those who kept
coming North from Shwebo up the
railroad to Myitkylna Anally wound
up on Myitkyina'i small field, anx
iously waiting for aerial transporta
tion over the remaining one hundred
and ninety miles to Dinjan.
Some of the loads that ferry pilots
packed into those DC-3's would have
curdled the blood of the aeronauti
cal engineers who designed the ship.
The C-47, or DC-3, as the airlines
called the Douglas transport, was
constructed to carry a full load of
twenty-four passengers or six thou
sand pounds. The maximum alti
tude was expected to be about 12,000
fer-t but we later went a minimum
of 18,000 across the hump, and some
times we had to go to 21,500 to miss
the storms and ice. Carrying the
refugees, we broke all the rules and
regulations because we had to. There
were women and children, pregnant
women, and women so old that they
presumably couldn't have gone to
the altitude that was necessary to
cross into India. There were hun
dreds of wounded British soldiers
with the most terrible gangrenous
Infections. At the beginning we used
to load the wounded first, those who
were worst off; but later, when we
realized that with our few trans
ports we'd never get them all out,
we took only the able-bodied. That
was a hard decision to make, but
we looked at it finally from the the
ory that those must be saved who
could some day fight again.
I remember one of the bravest
men I have ever seen, who helped
us load and control the refugees on
the field at Myitkyina. He was a
big, bearded Sikh officer, one of the
aristocratic British colonials. He
must have been six-feet-two, a fine
looking man. He worked religious
ly with the refugees and soldiers,
always efficient, always trying to
send those out who should have
gone. I can see him now, standing
there in his tattered uniform, with
his turban perfectly placed on his
dark head, his beard waving In the
wind from the idling propellers. He
would patiently herd the passengers
Into the transport, sometimes hold
ing hysterical-people back physical
ly, and in more crucial times pull
ing his pistol,-but never becoming
flustered or excited. I sometimes
think he was the greatest soldier I
have ever seen. Day after day, as
the Japs moved North and ever clos
er to Myitkyina, he would be there,
doing his thankless job.
When the end came, and I knew
that the field would be taken in the
next few hours, I went to him and
explained the situation.' !) found,
however, that he knew more about
it than I knew myself. The refugees
had told him, he said, and he knew
this was the last day we could land
there. So I asked him to get aboard
my ship and leave for India; after
all, he was an officer and could best
be used when once again the British
entered Burma.
The Sikh officer refused with ma
jestic pride. His orders had been
to stay there and supervise the evac
uation of those refugees, and he con
sidered that trust sacred. We had
to leave him, and when I last saw
him be was herding the ever-increasing
numbers of stricken people on
to the North, towards Fort Hertz and
the blind valley that led inevitably
to the impassable mountains towards
Tibet. I guess the Japs finally got
him. But I know how he must have
died,- with that pistol in his hand,
and finally Just the knife and I
know that several Jar died be
fore they killed him.
The winds from the Indian Ocean
grew stronger, and Ue monsoon sea
son began. And o her, the rains
came! The clouds built up so black
and high and thick that you could
no longer go around them or over
them you had to Just get on instru
ments and bora through. In some
ways, though, it was a relief for
there in the safety of God's ele
ments the Japs couldn't bother our
unarmed ships. Many times I heard
the remark that there was always
something good In everything even
bad weather. I can hear still some
of those pilots griping, saying they
never thought the day would come
when they'd be out looking for bad
weather. But it was the truth. With
the Jap fighter ships all over Burma
now, it was comforting to know that
there were rain clouds to dodge into
with the transports.
On April 26, the AVG flnauy had
to leave Loiwing, due to the failure
of the air-warning net to the South.
They moved on back to Paoshan by
Mengshih, and finally to Kunming.
One day about that time I went over
to see General Chennault, for I had
a question I wanted to ask him
one that I'd carried on my mind
ever since I'd been shanghaied off
the "dream mission." I still wanted
to fight. Though this Ferry Com-
Wmnrww
Lieut. Gen. Joseph ("Vinegar
Joe") SUlwell, one of the most popu
lar generals in the United States
army, who has seen a lot of fighting
on the Chinese front.
mand was important, I'd been
trained for a fighter pilot. And here
I was, Just sitting up there in a
transport, like a clay pigeon for the
Japanese.
I still remembered that for nine
years I bad been too young; then
when war came I was suddenly told
I was too old to be a fighter pilot.
When bad I been the right age?
I wanted to tell General Chennault
that story. At the great age of
thirty-four, I Just didn't consider that
I was too old to fly fighter planes
and with his help I meant to prove
it Even with only one fighter ship
in the sky with our transports, I
know I could give the boys in the
transports just a little more con
fidence. Besides, I kind of thought
I had a date with destiny, so to
speak or at least a date with a Jap
somewhere over there in Burma. I
desperately wanted to slide in be
hind one of those enemy bombers
or fighters and shoot him down.
Finally I had my chance to tell
the story of my ambitions, to Gen
eral Chennault Busy as he was, he
listened to my case, and even as I
talked I admired the great man
more and more. Here, I knew, was
a great officer and leader as well as
a great pilot Here was an Amer
ican who was a General in the Chi
nese Army, held by the Chinese in
admiration and respect a soldier
who could see the problems that his
modern war imposed on land armies
as well as on navies and air power.
Here, I knew, was genius.
I told the General that I wanted
one single P-40 to use in India and
Burma. I knew they were scarce,
but I would promise him that noth
ing would happen to it, and the in
stant he needed the ship I would fly
it back to him in China. The Gen
eral smiled. I'm sure he was think
ing back and wondering whether,
If he were in my position, he
wouldn't have begged for the same
chance. He didn't give me some
excuse that he well might have
used that the P-40's belonged to the
Chinese Government, that it would
have been against regulations, and
so forth. General Chennault knew
that I would use that "shark," as
we called the P-40', against the
Japs. He made his own regula
tions then; what did it matter who
killed the Japs and who used the
P-40's so long as they were being
used for China?
By the twinkle In his eyes I knew
that I had won my case. The Gen
eral said, "Some Forties are on the
way from Africa now. You take the
next one that comes through. Use it
as long as you want to." That's the
way I got the single fighter plane
that was to work out of Assam,
With anxious eyes I waited, look
ing to the West for the next "sharks"
to come to India.
Three P-40E's or KIttyhawks came
to us from Africa on April 29. Two
went on to Kunming for the AVG,
but Number 41-1496 stayed with me.
It was mine, and I was as proud of.
it as of the first bicycle my father
had given me. All through the night
I read the technical files and learned
every little) item about the Allison
engine and the engine controls. I
memorized the armament section of
the book, and by morning I was
ready to put theory Into practice and
test it out
That morning I found a painter.
Buying red and white paint from the
village. I had him paint the shark's
mouth on the lower nose of the Cur
tiss Kittyhawk. On that afternoon
of April 30. I remember that as
I waited for the paint to dry, I
walked round and round my ship,
admiring the graceful lines, a feel
irg of pride in my heart I gloried
in the slender fuselage, in the knife
like edges of the little wings. The
sharp nose of the spinner looked like
an arrow to me the nose that
sloped back to the leering shark's
mouth. At sight of the wicked-looking
blast tubes of the six fifty-calibre
guns in the wings, I felt my chest
expand another inch. This was
shark-nosed dynamite, all right but
even then I did not quite realize
what a weapon this fighter ship could
be when properly handled.
I don't know how long I walked
around the fighter admiring it and
caressing its wicked-looking body. I
know the paint on the shark's mouth
hadn't dried yet but I'd held the
suspense as long as I could. This
was as if I were rolling old sherry
around on my tongue; sometime I
had to really taste it. Now, step
ping on the walkway of the left wing,
I threw first one leg and then the
other over the side of the fuselage
and slid Into the little cockpit of the
fighter. As I adjusted the rudder
pedals and fastened my safety belt,
I primed the engine a few shots.
Turning on the toggle switches, I
energized and engaged the starter
with my foot, and now I heard the
Allison break into a steady roar as
I moved the mixture control from
"idle cutoff." Out in front of me a
long distance, it seemed the heavy,
eleven-foot, three-bladed prop be
came a gray blur in my vision. An
Allison, or any high-powered engine,
doesn't have to warm up, and idling
will soon foul the plugs. I was taxy.
ing almost as soon as the engine
settled down to the steady roar.
Very proudly I taxied out for my
first take-oft in the new Kittyhawk.
All around me on the airdrome I
could feel the jealous eyes of every
American and British pilot, even
those of the earth-bound coolies or
at least my ego thought it felt their
looks.
During the test flight over the
dark green acres of Assam tea gar
dens, sweeping low over the Brah
maputra and then climbing steeply
for the Naga Hills, I contemplated
with keen anticipation the wonderful
days that lay ahead. Here was no
defenseless transport, no lumbering
and unwieldy four-engine bomber
here was a fighting weapon, with a
heart and a soul like the other com
bat ships. But more than that, here
was an instrument of war with a
distinct individuality, a tempera
mental devil of the skies. Truly like
a beautiful woman,' it went smoothly
and sweetly at times; and then, as
speed increased, It might yaw dan
gerously as the pressures built up.
Again, it could become completely
unstable. It had to be flown every
second of the time; ignore it for
one second and there was no auto
matic pilot to keep it on course,
no co-pilot to help you it would tall
away and very soon would be out of
control. Yes, like a beautiful wom
an, it demanded constant atten
tion. There were no extra mem
bers In the crew to worry about,
and here in Assam there were no
other fighter ships to worry about
We were both isolated Individuals.
When I had landed and had taxied
back to my niche in the heavy jungle
trees surrounding the field, I
climbed out and reverently patted
the ship on the cowling. The P-40
was fast becoming a personality to
me.
Next day I tested my guns and
dropped aluminum-powder practice
bombs, bombs that leave a splash
of aluminum paint on the ground or
an aluminum slick on the water
where they hit in order to show the
pilot how near he has come to the
target. I aimed at the black snags
in the river with the guns, then
came around again and tried to dive
and glide-bomb the snags with the
little bombs. I was trying to train
myself, trying to make up for the
four years that I had been away
from pursuit aviation and from tac
tical training in the art of killing.
I needed a lot of this gunnery and
bombing, for my life was very soon
to depend on it.
I'll never forget the first time I
pressed the trigger of my guns and
heard the co-ordinated roar of the
six fifty-calibre machine guns. Just
by pressing a small black button be
low the rubber grip on my stick I
could make three lines of orange
tracers from each wing converge out
ahead of my fast-moving fighter and
meet on the snags In the Brahma
putra. Nearly a hundred shots a
second those six Fifties threw out,
and the muddy river turned to foam
near the targets. The sense of their
power Impressed me as the recoil
slowed me many miles per hour in
my dive; I could feel my head snap
forward from the deceleration.
Sometimes when the guns on only
one side would fire, the unequal
kicks from the recoil would almost
turn the ship.
(TJ BE CONTINUED)
ImprvU I SUNDAY
Uniform II crTT-.nT
International SCHOOL
-:-LESSON
By HAROLD L. LTJNDQUIST. D. D.
Of Tha Moody Bible Institute of Chicago.
Released by Western Newspaper Union.
Lesson for December 24
Lesson subjects and Scripture texts se
lected and copyrighted by International
Council of Religious Education; used by
permission.
THE GROUND OF UNIVERSAL
JOY
LESSON TEXT Luke 2:8-12; Hebrews
1:1-4: I John 1:1-4.
GOLDEN TEXT Behold. I bring you
good tidings of great Joy, which shall be
to all the people. Luke 2:10.
What would you like for Christ
mas? Could anything be better than
to find for your heart and mind that
spiritual safety, certainty, and jcv
which transforms life? Well, that is
exactly what Jesus came to bring
mankind. It was the first Christmas
gift, and it is the best gift this year
too.
I. Safety (Luke 2:8-12).
Men need deliverance from their
sin. They needed it when Christ
came. They need it today. They
must have a safe refuge, one in
which they may rest secure.
All the efforts of this world to
meet man's need are vain. As Jo
seph Parker put it: "The world did
not want an adviser. The world had
advised itself almost into hell. The
world did not ask for a specu
lator. Everything that man could
do had been done, and men sat in
the darkness of their own wisdom.
The world did not want a reformer,
a man who could change his out
ward and transient relations, an en
gineer that would continually de
vote his time to the readjustment of
the wheels and the pulleys and the
various mechanical forces of soci
ety. The world wanted a saviour."
Jesus came as Saviour. The good
tidings revealed to the faithful shep
herds were to be "of great Joy to
all people" because they presented
the One who could bring them re
demption from sin.
That revelation is ready to be
made again this Christmas, and as
it came to the shepherds at their
work in the field, so it may come
to you on the battlefield, in camp, In
the air, under the sea, in the kitchen,
the factory yes, anywhere. We
rightly go to our churches to wor
ship on Christmas Day, but let us
remember that Christ is every
where, seeking each one yes,
knocking at your door. Will you let
Him in? Then you will have Christ
mas Indeed!
II. Certainty (Heb. 1:1-4).
God has spoken through the cen
turies in the messages of many faith
ful servants. We do well to give
heed to God's Word through them.
But after all they were only serv
ants. This message of redemption
is so vital and fundamental that God
sent His Son, Himself the Redeemer,
to declare it
How final, and definite, and bless
ed is that truth. The heir of all the
eternal glories of God the Father,
and Himself the effulgence (or the
flashing forth) of the glory of God,
has spoken God's last word His
certain word about redemption
from sin.
We all know how full of uncertain
ty the world is, how our own minds
are distressed by the very uncer
tainty of countless things about us.
What a precious gift from God to
realize anew the absolute certainty
we have in Christ He came to
save, to satisfy, and to keep us.
Note that He has all the needed
authority and power to carry out
His loving purpose (vv. S, 4). He
who "made purification of sins" for
us to believe, is divine. He has all
power. He is glorious beyond our
ability to describe. He is God. We
can rest in perfect assurance in His
redemption.
III. Enjoyment (I John 1:1-4).
God knew the need of man for
real joy it life was to be pleasant
and profitable. Being a Christian
was never intended to be a somber,
doleful business. No, indeed. "These
things we write," says John, "that
our joy may be made full."
What did he write? By inspira
tion of the Holy Spirit he wrote of
Christ, "the Word of life." He had
seen and' known Him, the Redeem
er. He had fine and uplifting fellow
ship with Him, and declares that we
too (as believers) share In that fel
lowship. One of the bright and gladsome
things about the Christmas season
is our fellowship with our family
and friends. It brightens the whole
holiday season. How much more
delightful is the fact that we have
"fellowship with the Father and with
his Son, Jesus Christ."
That fact really "makes" Christ
mas! Many will be separated from
family and friends this year, but
Christ is there, and they may have
this most precious of all friends with
them. The empty place around the
family table wiU be filled (if we
wish) by the Lord Himself. Let's
keep Christmas with Him as the un
seen but nonetheless real Guest. In
fact, let us do even more than that,
let us count Him into the intimate
fellowship of our family circle (and
two can make such a circle). Thai
is what He wants to be to you and
to me this Christmas Day, 1944.
May his joy be yours in full
measure. That is the wish of tht
writer of these lines, and it goei
from his heart to the very last read
who may he in the uttermost par
f the earth. .1 blessed Christmat
.o you! . -
Soldier's Afternoon
By SHIRLEY N. HARKLNS
McClure Newspaper Syndicate.
WNU features.
TJIFF was hopping mad. And hop--
ping up and down on the driver's
seat of the bouncing Jeep at the
same time. He kept his foot pressed
to the floor, and the tangled woods
on either side flew past like tele
phone poles from a train window.
Even then only the faintest breeze
fanned his tanned face. 1: was sure
hot country out here. Hot and
breathless. Just the way Julie made
a guy feel. Gosh, she was cute. Cute
as the cocky little nurse's cap
perched on her blond curls. He mar
veled at the way she managed to
look crisp as a lettuce leaf, even
under this broiling sun. It sure had
been pleasant recuperating from
malaria under her watchful care.
She had bestowed her warm smile
Impartially on Biff and his C. O.,
Major Deston, convalescing down
the hall. She liked the army and her
nursing job near the front. And Biff
was sure she liked him, too. After
all, they were both from Brooklyn.
That made them practically soul
mates. And now Major Deston had to ruin
Biffs chance for a date with Julie
tonight An opportunity to walk un
der a still, star-crusted sky, and per
haps bold Julie's cool little hand,
and maybe not say a word. And
then again, maybe say the word.
Biff gulped as the car careened
madly down the narrow path.
Cripes, he'd never cared much
about girls before the war, but then
he'd never known a girl could have
honest, forthright eyes, a sweet but
firm mouth, a soft but determined
chin.
Julie was one in a million, and
now just when he was on the verge
of asking her to wait for him. Major
Deston had cooked his goose. This
was his last night at the post, for
his special mission meant advanc
ing ranks in the morning. The Lord
only knew where the regiment
would be stationed from now on.
The very thought that he might nev
er see Julie again made him a little
sick. Fat chance he'd ever have of
meeting her back in Brooklyn when
this shooting match was over. -
And yet someone had to lift the
protective mines planted a few
hours before so that the troops could
go forward In an attempt to locate
the unknown German base. He won
dered why Deston had picked him
for this detail. Could Deston be cut
ting any ice with Julie? He imme
diately dismissed the idea as un
worthy, but a guy in love can't help
being jealous. Even of a kindly
middle-aged major. No, It was just
his usual bad luck to be chosen for
special duty.
He'd get the job over with and
Jump back to the post double-quick.
He only needed a few minutes with
Julie. He was so preoccupied with
his problem that be failed to see
the armored car until it was actual
ly blocking the path ahead. He
jammed on the brake and the jeep
screeched to a stop.
When the two Germans jumped
out of the bushes, leveling their pis
tols at him, Biff was startled. But
more than that, he was definitely
displeased. It looked as if Julie
and the dream were separated for
good.
"Your Jeep, she make the big
noise, nein?" The tall man's tones
were rough. "We hear you coming
far off, and we say 'Gootl' Now we
get back to our base after all, even
if our car break down." He kicked
the useless tire savagely. "Our men
will repair this later. You will drive
us directly to Bhou Kherab, my
friend, and no funny business. We
are not patient men."
The two strangers climbed into
the back, delighted with their strate
gy and the novelty of safe conduct
to their headquarters , with an
American prisoner as chauffeur.
Biff's thoughts chased around In
his head like leaves In the wind. So
Bhou Kherab was the German
base! Deston would be glad to know
that. If Biff lived to tell him.
He drove steadily for some min
utes while his plan formulated. He'd
drive these lugs straight over their
own explosives and make a break
for it. His sudden swerve in the
road angered his German pals, but it
was too late. The front wheels
missed the mine, but the rears
caught it squarely.
It seemed to Biff that a giant sky
rocket had burst in his head, and the
detonation filled the quiet glade
with deafening noise. He found him
self lying flat in a wadi but he
could move, and he wriggled to a
position where he could inspect the
effect of his bull's-eye. The jeep
was completely wrecked, and the
two Germans lay dead.
Biff broke Into a run. If he
hurried, he might even yet salvage
a few minutes with Julie. Compe
tently, he lifted the remaining mines
and then dogtrotted to the armored
car.
"Here we go, Frauleln," he said
prayerfully, as he started the ig
nition, "if the rim only holds, I'll
make it back to camp."
Driving on the rim, his thoughts
leaped excitedly. "Little man," he
tald to himself, "you've had a big,
Dusy day." He'd wear his bars mod
jstly, but his heart thumped loudly
is he pictured Julie's pride in him
"Just a bum from Brooklyn," sh
vould laugh softly, and her Up
Arould be cool and sweet
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He Knew
"Father says will you lend him
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"Haven't you forgoten some
thing, my boy?" asked the polite
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A Bit Late
Joan-How did the corporal get that
black eye?
Jasper He kissed the bride after the
ceremony.
Joan But isn't that the usual custom ?
Jasper Maybe, but this was six months
after the wedding.
Wedding Belles
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Counted In!
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the visiting team apparently dis
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field, one of the home players re
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"Man short nothing!" snapped
one of the visitors. "You had 10
players and a referee, didn't
you?"
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war will moan a world de
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war an opinion that should
ncourago th protection of
our synthetic plants.
Th super-bomber B-29 carries
about 5,000 pounds of rubber.
Cloie to two tons or required to
make Its 30 bullet -sealing fuel
tanks alone. There are more than
200 rubber Items In this giant for
tress of th air.
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