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ffcCol. Robert L.Scott W-N.g. RELEASE
The story thus far: After graduating
from West Point, Robert Scott wins his
wings at Kelly Field, Texas, and takes up
combat flying, lie has been an Instructor
for four years when the war breaks out,
and Is told hr Is now too old for combat
1 flying. After appealing to several Gen
i erals he Is offered an opportunity to get
Into the fight On arriving in India he 1s
made a ferry pilot, but this does not
suit Scott, who talks Gen. Chennault Into
giving him a Kittyhawk for combat fly
ing. Soon he 1s flying over the skies of
Burma and beromes known as the “one
man air force." I.ater he Is made C.O.
of the 23rd Fighter Group, but he still
keeps knocking Jap planrs out of the
akles.
—
CHAPTER XXVIII
It looked as 11 we'd get the chance
very soon, too, lor the field in west
ern Yunnan had been selected by
the newly formed Air Transport
Command, which was superseding
the Ferry Command, as the Eastern
terminus of the route to China.
For the purpose of security in
future operations, I will not name
our base in western Yunnan. But
there was a big turquoise-blue lake
less than ten miles away which the
General and I called Yeching. To
us that meant "good hunting,” lor
ducks and geese abounded. The
landmark for our base was Just one
of the many lakes In Yunnan.
Next morning I went out on Lake
Yeching, and from the bow of a
native sampan I soon shot eighteen
of the biggest geese I had ever
seen. Even if we were remote from
the loved ones at home, we'd have
meat for Christmas dinner that was
filled with the vitamins we needed.
I had hurried back to the field be
fore taking off for Kunming with
my report on the efficiency of the
warning net. and was taking pic
tures of some little mongol-appear
ing Miaows who were holding my
geese aloft—when we had an air
raid alert. There was heavy en
gine-noise from the reporting sta
tions over towards Burma. We
tossed the eighteen geese into the
baggage compartment, winding
their necks around among the con
duits of the radio so that the cargo
wouldn’t shift, and I took oft for Kun
ming. Then as I heard more reports
from the Southwest, I turned South.
Joined the other fighters on patrol.
and looked for the enemy. In about
forty-five minutes we spread out to
cover more territory, and I caught
sight of two enemy planes—Zeros I
thought, at first sight. I called to
the others and attacked. Even as I
approached the Japs I knew they
were too slow and too large for
Zeros. Then I saw that they were
single-engine reconnaissance-bomb
ers. I caught the rear one and
gave it a short burst, keeping my
eye on the other. The first one went
down with most of one wing gone.
The next I chased down every val
ley on the Mekong, getting In sev
eral good shots, but I never did see
him go down or crash. From the
evidence of the thin trail of smoke
that I last saw coming from it as I
dove and circled to look around
again, I claimed it as a “probable.”
The first one I had confirmed as a
“certain." The others in our patrol
engaged four other planes and prob
ably shot down two of them. The
General had been correct as usual—
the Japs were keeping the end of
the ferry route under close surveil
lance.
Christmas night, while we were
enjoying the geese, George Hazelett
came in with his Squadron to report
that the Japs had bombed our base
near Lake Yeching with eighteen
ships on that afternoon of Christmas
Day. and the first warning the field
had was the sight of the enemy
bombers in the clear blue Yunnan
sky. Luckily the bombing had
missed the field and no ships were
damaged, but many Chinese in the
village had been killed. Definite
ly the warning net in western Yun
nan made the operation of the
Transport Command at Yeching
hazardous. I could tell by the Gen
eral's face that he had some plans
he would tell me about in private.
The General had been sick with a
cold over Christmas and had a fe
ver that night, when he told me
what he had to do at Yeching. At
dawn the next morning—December
26th in China, but actually Christ
mas Day in America—I took off with
full instructions When 1 left, the
Doctor told me General Chennault
was running a temperature of 103.
All of us were worried about him,
and knew that the defeats on Christ
mas Day hadn't helped his spirits.
As 1 flew West towards Yeching,
145 miles away, in the half light I
saw the coolies carrying drums of
gasoline on wheelbarrows up the
Burma Road Some of these I knew
would go on through Kunming to
Chungking, 390 miles away by air.
Trundling these crude wooden
wheeled vehicles of the ages gone
by, these patient workers would re
quire seventy days of constant ef
fort, at their dogged trot, to reach
the capital at Chungking. The two
wheeled Peking carts with three
drums would take a shorter time
44 days I saw coolie boys plowing
in the rice paddies halfway up the
sides of the mountains- paddies built
like steps from the lop of the hill to
the valley, so that the irrigation wa
ter could be used over and over 1
laughed as 1 saw the ancient means
of cultivation—the boy, standing with
his feet on the wooden scraper, was
using his own weight to make it
scratch the mud, but was holding on
to the water buffalo, with his hand
gripping the tail of the ponderous
animal.
Landing at the threatened air
drome, I put the General’s plan into
immediate effect
I commandeered the necessary
transportation on Yeching field and
placed it ready for the instant move
ment of pilots to their dispersed
fighters, which were scattered to all
parts of the airdrome. The P-40's
were pointed in the direction of a
run for immediate take-off. All this
was to save even the barest mini
mum of lost time, for when the
alert came we would have to move
fast and furious. Every one of the
thirty pilots was kept on alert, and
constant patrols were begun at
dawn. We sent two ships above the
field at seven o’clock and doubled
the number at nine. At eleven
o’clock we doubled again and con
tinually had eight high in the sky.
The Jap had attacked the day be
fore at 2:35 in the afternoon, or
14:35. The General had told me
Little Miaow children holding
Christmas geese for Col. Scott.
many times of the propensity of the
Japanese for the exact duplication
of former military operations. We
were going to get gradually more
vigilant and stronger above the field
for the expected blow. At the same
time we were going as far as was
commensurate with safety to con
serve the invaluable aviation gaso
line. Most of the fighters kept right
over the field or slightly away in
the direction of the expected attack
from Burmese bases. Four fight
ers began to patrol from Yeching to
the Mekong, on course to Lashio and
seventy miles from where we were
waiting.
At two o’clock I sent all planes
into the sky except mine. I sat in
that on the ground, listening for Har
ry Pike’s expected report from his
patrol to the Mekong River. I was
within shouting distance of the
ground radio operator, who would
tell me of any developments on the
weak-functioning warning net. The
Jap would come today, I knew, be
tween two and four—that’s 14:00
to 16:00 hours.
At 14:54 I saw the radio operator
wildly running for my ship. He
yelled, “Report from W-7 says heavy
engine noise coming this way—the
report is right recent.” I was al
ready energizing my starter when
Harry Pike called excitedly: “Here
they come—fighters and bombers—
I’m just East of the river.” I knew
then that the Japs were close to
fifty miles away; we had all we
could do to get set and be waiting
for them.
When Pike called In, as I got the
engine started, I heard that the Japs
were at seventeen thousand, and I
called to him to take the fighters,
for I hoped by that move to make
the bombers come In unescorted.
From Yeching at its level of 6500
feet I was climbing with full gun,
climbing for all the altitude I could
grab. I watched the temperature
but drew all the boost I could with
out detonating too badly. At exactly
three o'clock I reached twenty thou
sand feet and picked up most of
my Group, which today was made
up of Hazelett’s Squadron.
Just six minutes from the time I
had given the ship the gun, I saw
flashes reflected by Japanese wind
shields in the sun. They weren’t far
away, but I grinned—for they were
below us. I heard from the chatter
on our frequency that there was a
fight going on towards were Pike
had seen the formation cross the
river As the enemy ships materi
alized on the horizon, 1 knew that
Pike had done his job well, for there
was only one fighter with the bomb
ers as escort—one fighter with nine
heavy bombers. I think I knew then
that we were going to make it tough
for the Japs
1 called for the attack, in order
to get the enemy before he could
bomb the field As I dove for the
attack that I had always longed
for, I saw one P-40 take the lone
Zero head-on and shoot it down, and
1 knew from the way the shark
nosed ship pulled up in his chan
delle of glory that Dallas Cllnger
had become an ace with his fifth
enemy ship.
We made the attack from three
directions simultaneously. Lieuten
ant Couch led his ships on a stem
attack that I did not see, for I was
diving on the course of the bomb
ers from the flank where the low
sun was. I was going in for a full
deflection shot from out of that sun,
for I had planned this method of
how I wanted to attack a bomber
formation long ago. On my wings
were six fighters in two ship ele
ments. In Couch’s flight were four
fighters, and Hazelett had four com
ing from above the Japs on the oth
er flank.
I had to dive from 20,000 feet to
17,000 feet to get on the level with
the enemy formation, and when I
got there I had plenty of excess
speed over the Japs. I passed them
rapidly from out of their range,
but could see their tracers curving
short of my flight. When I had over
run them a thousand yards, I turned
right into the bombers and we went
after the three Vee’s of Mitsubishi
bombers. By being on the same
level with them I’m sure we caused
part of the enemy formation to blan
ket out some of their own ships from
firing at us. I opened fire from six
hundred yards and led the enemy
leader by at least a hundred yards;
it must have been just right, for the
tracers seemed to go into the top of
the wing. I just held the trigger
down and kept going into the sides of
the Japs—they blossomed out of
the sky at me, growing larger and
larger, "mushrooming” in my wind
shield. As the bombers passed by,
my bullets were raking them with
full-deflection shots, and as fast as
my formation turned the other five
men were doing the same. I saw the
lead bomber climb a little, then set
tle back towards the formation with
one wing down.
As I saw the second Jap In front
of me—the left wing man of the
leader—I realized I’d have to dive
under the enemy very soon or
I’d run into them. Things hit my
ship now, and with noise Ike a wing
coming off, the side glass of my
windshield was shot out I was
three hundred to two hundred yards
from the second bomber when I
got my long burst into it. There
was a flash ahead, and I dove as
fast as I could shove the nose down.
As I went under the smoke and or
ange flame, I thought that the Jap I
was shooting at had caught fire, but
as I pulled around, back to the direc
tion the formation had been going,
and climbed, I saw what had hap
pened. *
There was only smoke above, and
the formation had broken, for I knew
the bomber had exploded — the
bombs had been detonated by the
flfty-calibre fire. Behind, over the
trail the Japs had come were four
plumes of smoke where their bomb
ers were going down. Below there
were bomb bursts all over the pad
dy fields where bombs had been Jet
tisoned in the unanticipated inter
ception. I pulled up behind one of
the lone bombers that I could see
and began to shoot at it methodical
ly from long range. Over on the left
were three more, and I saw P-40’s
making passes at them. Over the
radio I could hear happy American
English, with unauthorized swear
words aimed at the Jap that the
individual pilot was shooting at, and
by the tone of the pilots I knew that
we were winning this battle and
that the General was also going to
be very happy.
From 800 yards I’d squeeze out a
short burst at one engine, then skid
over and aim carefully at the other
engine and throw out another short
burst. The Jap ship was diving with
all the speed he could get, but the
P-40 kept moving up. I think all
their ammunition was gone, for I
saw no tracers. In my second burst
on the right engine I saw some gray
smoke—thin, like gasoline overflow
ing a tank and blowing back into the
slipstream. The next time I came
over behind that engine from clos
er range I saw two red dots near
the engine, two dots that became
Are. The flame ran to the engine
and to the fuselage, but by that
time I was over shooting at the
other engine again. I last saw the
bomber diving, with flames that were
orange against the green of the
mountains below.
•
There were no more bombers to
be seen, but I saw seven P-40’s.
Clinger came over and got on my
wing; as I recognized his ship I
slid my hatch-cover back and waved
at him. Even before we landed I
thought that we had gotten all the
bombers. As we circled the field,
with me trying to dodge the cold air
that was knifing through the hole
in my windshield and bringing a
particle of glass against my face ev
ery now and then. I realized why
we still had to wear goggles in fight
er ships in combat. Below on the
Yunnan hills. I saw eight forest
fires that could have been started
only by burning airplane wrecks,
for they had not been there when I
took off.
I kept some of the planes up for
top-cover while we landed those that
were shot up or low on fuel. Later,
when I had the combat reports made
out before the pilots could talk the
battle over between them, the "cer
tains" out of the nineteen that had
come in—nine fighters and nine
bombers and one observation plane
—were fifteen.
(TO BE CONTINUED) I
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Looking at
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| * beat this time in order to share
with you a letter from “Spec" Mc
j Clure, formerly of my staff and now
serving with our army in Belgium.
I have found no finer expression
of what our soldiers think about and
their hopes for the post-war world.
The army nurse to whom Spec
pays tribute in this letter was
Frances Slanger, who was killed by
a German shell October 21, 1944,
just a few hours after she had
mailed to Stars and Stripes her open
letter expressing her appreciation of
the fighting men she served.
Spec’s letter follows:
“Dear Miss Hopper: It is late
afternoon, and here the earth is rela
tively quiet—as quiet, one might
say, as the army can ever be—a
thrum of distant motors: perhaps a
friendly if loud argument or two;
perhaps a lone G.I. grievously ad
dressing his Maker over the latest
exasperation. . . .
"I have intended writing you
something of entertainment here,
but since morning I have been think
ing of a dead girl whom I never
knew but whom I, doubtless along
with countless others, felt I knew.
“She was an army nurse, and a
few weeks ago, in answer to the
blessings the wounded and dying
had heaped upon her kind, she wrote
an open letter to the men. It ap
peared in our Stars and Stripes.
And it was a model of a selfless
devotion, a humanity, and an in
tegrity one thinks extinct. . . .
“She wrote as a G.I. Jane to a
G.I. Joe deeply involved in a bloody
business called war, asking not for
understanding, expecting no mercy,
but giving to her limits in both.
Comradeship
“And we knew there wasn’t a false
word in the letter. . . . We knew it
for our world, and we grinned in
appreciation, knowing that we read
the letter of a girl already dead,
and her words fixed beyond altera
tion. They were sealed with her
blood. . , .
“During this war, as both civilian
and soldier, I’ve seen ideals tram
pled in the mud by those who most
profess to uphold them. I have seen
this too often to have much faith
left. And I have seen, as all who
make an honest effort must, a thou
sand forms of betrayal and stupid
ity. And in weariness I have told
myself a thousand times nothing re
mained to believe in—that the an
cient enemies of mankind—greed
and ignorance—were too great for
our mortal strength to conquer. But
now I know that this is not alto
gether right. . . .
One Ray of Hope
“For somewhere in the sordid, self
ish, shameful business that makes
up most of our petty lives there is a
nobility that will not perish. And
men declaring that nothing is worth
fighting for are known to die with
their faces to the enemy, refuting
by their action the words their lips
have shaped.
“And I have seen too many graves
of those who, loving life as dearly
as I love it, nevertheless died in or
der that something might keep on
living. . . .
“They say this war is won and
the victory is ours. I believe it is.
They speak of winning the peace.
That remains to be seen. But this
I do believe: If the common atti
tude is not changed, if greed is not
uprooted and sincerity restored to
life, if a man’s ideals are less than
his purse, and the graves are for
gotten, we will not have won the
war; we will not have won the
peace; we will have rather lost the
world. . . .
My love, SPEC."
Thanks That Count
Following is part of Frances
Slanger’s open letter to Stars and
Stripes, written just before the shell
ing began which took her life:
“For a change, we want the men
to know what we think of them. . . .
I’m writing this by flashlight. The
G. I.s say we rough it, but we in
our little tent can't see it. We wade
ankle deep in mud. You have to
lie in it. . . . We have a stove and
coal. We even have a laundry line
in the tent. Our G.I. drawers are
at this moment doing the dance of
the pants, what with the wind howl
ing, the tent waving precariously,
the rain beating down, the guns fir
ing. . . .
“Sure we rough it. But you, the
men behind the guns, driving our
tanks, flying our planes, sailing our
ships, building bridges, and the men
who pave the way and the men who
were left behind—it is to you we
doff our helmets.”
Frances Slanger is buried in a
military cemetery, flanked on either
side by the fighting men she served.
Precautionary
For the closing scene of “Love
Letters.” Joe Cotten and Jennifer
Jones walk into the sunset. William
Dieterle kept saying, “Put a little
more feeling into it, Joe." Just then
an electric cord started burning, and
Dieterle said, “What smells?” |
Quickly Cotten replied, “Don’t any
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