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SAVE YOUR SCRAP TO HELP GAIN ICTORY Old METAL, RAGS, RUBBER and PAPER O-TASTING TONIC Good-tasting Scott’s Emulsion contains natural A & D Vitamins often needed to help build stamina and resistance to colds and minor ills. Helps build strong bones and sound teeth, too I Give good tasting Scott’s daily, the year-round I Recommended by Many Doctors GOD IS MY <v CO-PILOT ^Col. Robert L.Scott W.N.U. release The story thus far: After graduating from West Point, Robert Scott wins his wings at Kelly Field, Texas, and takes up combat flying. He has been an Instructor for four years when the war breaks out, and Is told he Is now too old for combat flying. After appealing to several Gen erals he Is offered an opportunity to get Into the flght. On arriving In India he Is made a ferry pilot, but this does not suit Scott, who talks Gen. Chennault Into giving him a Klttyhawk for combat fly ing. Soon be Is flying over the skies of Burma and becomes known as the "one man air force.” Later he Is made C.O. of the 23rd Fighter Group, but he stIU keeps knocking Jap planes out of the skies. CHAPTER XXIX But from the patrol that had been at the Mekong and from the “prob ables," we knew that we had not let one Jap escape from the Decem ber 26th attempted bombing of Yechlng. I felt so good I wanted to radio the General, but I waited until we checked up on those who were missing, so that I could go and tell him in person. Our victory had not been without loss. Lieutenant Couch, who had led the rear attack on the bombers, had failed to return. His wing man had seen him pulling up over the tall of the bomber formation after shoot ing down one of the Japs; but they had concentrated their fire on him and had shot him down in flames. No one knew whether or not the Caro line pilot had gotten out. In the speed with which that attack had moved you didn't have time to see parachutes opening. Another pilot. Lieutenant Mooney, had been seen to shoot one bomber down, and then, In another head-on attack, had either collided with an other of the enemy or had exploded it so close to his own ship that the observing pilot had not been able to see Mooney’s P-40 again. Sending out the usual search par ties, I took off into a setting sun for Kunming. My heart was heavy with the loss of two fine pilots, but there was still hope that they had gotten out. And at the same time my spirits were singing with victory. I landed at headquarters in the dark and went to the General’s house. Over the rough road that led there, my mind was on the speedy happenings since I had driven out to the ship that morning. Then I drove past the guard at the gate, who smiled and yelled, ‘‘AVG—ding hao." I called a cheerful greeting to him, for everything was good now. There was a full moon rising in the sky—a "bombing moon," the Chi nese call it—and the cedar trees around the house that the Gissimo had built for the General were cast ing long shadows in its light. I tossed my flying gear on the bed In my room and hurried to the General. I saw “Gunboat” the houseboy coming out of the Gen eral's corner room. He said softly, “General still feel pretty bad.” General Chennault was in bed, propped up by pillows. He glanced up from a map and looked at me. "Well, Scotty,” he said, “I hear there was a fight over Yechlng this afternoon and I see blood on your face, so I know you made contact. What happened?” Trying to look real stern, I told the General that nineteen Japs had come in. Just as he said they would, at the same time as the day be fore—only this time we were higher than they and were waiting for them. “General,” I said, with a ' tremor of pride In my voice, “we shot 'em all down.” The General was looking more like ! a well man every moment. He asked about our losses and I told him about the two missing pilots. He thought a minute, then started to get up. "Scotty, if you’ll look over behind you In that pretty box, you’ll And a bottle of Haig & Haig, pinch bottle, that the Soong sisters sent us for Christmas. We're going to open that and celebrate." We were celebrating when Doctor Tom Gentry came back and be gan to ask the General why he wasn’t in bed with his fever The General looked so happy. I guess, that Doctor took his temperature again. Then he gave me a funny look. “Normal," he said “Some times I think if you all shot down a few Japs every day. the General would even get to where he could hear as well as he could when he was a boy In Louisiana." The General filled his glass again and handed me the bottle. Then he raised the glass at me and said, “How!" We drank to the victory of the afternoon. Early next day 1 went over again with Holloway, just in case the Jap came again. We learned that the victory had not been without cost Lieutenant Mooney had been found dead, close to the wrecks of two burned airplanes—a Mitsubishi Jap anese bomber and his P-40 Couch had had better luck and was in the hospital I went up to see him as soon as we assigned the "aerial umbrella" of P-40's that were going to patrol the skies for a re currence of the Jap raids Lieuten ant Couch was badly burned but was resting easy He told me that the bomber he had fired on had be gun to smoke and he'd taken his plane in very close to make certain that the Jap burned This had been i a mistake, he knew, for the guns of three or more of the enemy bad converged on his fighter, and when he dove out he was on fire; the flames streaming out of his engine covered the canopy. From some re flex action he had done the wrong thing again—he’d rolled the canopy open and the flames had been sucked into the cockpit, into his face. He had already unlatched his safety belt in order to Jump, and in dodging the flames he was thrown about in the pilot's compartment, though he must evidently have got the canopy closed again, for the flames were held out by the glass. Couch went through long seconds of torture as he was thrown about in the bottom of the spinning plane— the rudder pedals struck his burned face, and sharp projections hurt his shoulders and back. He struggled to his feet again, rolled the hatch back and was thrown out and away from the burning ship. We tried the same defense to hold the advantage over the Japs if they should come again. During the first hours of the morning I flew low over the surrounding hills and saw the forest-flres set by the burning of the enemy planes that we had shot down the day before. From over one vil lage West of Yeching, I could see the wreckage of the two ships that had flown together; the natives were standing about looking at what had come out of the skies. As I took my formation into the air and followed out the instructions the General had given me, I realized that for all prac tical purposes he was In the fighter with me; I was merely privileged to press the trigger and send the enemy into the ground and destruc tion. Yes, the General rode with me on those flights in more ways than one. If we kept following out his tactics we'd hold our ratio of twelve to-one over the Japs as we battled them in China. None of us In China was fooling himself—we knew that what little we had accomplished against the enemy would have very small bear ing on the outcome of the conflict. But under General Chennault we had made the most of what we had. We had developed fighters with an urge for combat and the aggressive spirit of battle. We had bases in China from which to attack other bases in China, that were Japa nese. With more equipment we could hold our bases and we could take the bases farther East, from which we could bomb the heart of Japan. I expect I wouldn’t have been much good in combat that day if it had come, for I was doing too much thinking, and fighter pilots can do only one thing at a time. Even when I landed and walked about among the Chinese dead from the Christmas Day bombing, I just kept on thinking. That afternoon at two o’clock I got all our ships in the sky again. I rode on Holloway’s wing over the top of them all, and we watched and waited for our interceptors on the Mekong to yell, “Here they come.” Nothing happened—I guess General Chennault was right again. "You destroyed their group yester day,” he had said that morning. “We’ve got them worried, and they’ll have to wait for their long supply line around to Burma to send some more planes.” When the sun got low on the blue hills of Yunnan, I began my thinking again. There was no use fooling ourselves — the situation in China was bad. All of China that was de veloped at all was in the hands of the Japanese. The Jap had worked with extreme foresight in preparing for this war, and the "heart of the octopus” was going to be hard to get at. But it could be done more easily from China—and it had to be done. I got to thinking about something that had occurred a few days be fore, when the Christmas season was approaching. I had just had my twelfth little Jap flag painted on the fuselage of my P-40K. Each of these represented a confirmed victory over the enemy, and my crew chief was as proud as I was. But I learned that day that some one else was sharing in that pride too. On my way to work that day. driv ing from the General’s house to the operations shack, I had seen a crowd of Chinese around my ship. They were sitting there silently and waiting, and I wondered at them. But the old American answer came to me—"We never can figure them out"—and I went on. As I passed by during the morning the Chinese people were still standing around my plane in the drizzling rain. Finally I called for my crew chief ! and asked the meaning of the crowd. With a puzzled look, he re plied that he didn't know: they had told him through an interpreter that: they Just wanted to sit there and i wait for the pilot of the ship. I sent one of my Interpreters to investigate and learned that they were really waiting for me; they had received permission from the Chinese Com mandant to enter the field. Some time later I walked over to where they were still standing in the slow rain. As I approached my ship they bowed as the Chinese do, by standing at what we would call ‘'Attention” and nodding the head in respect. As I smiled at them—rag ged children, old men and women, coolies from the fields, and several who I thought were school teachers —they raised their thumbs high to wards me and yelled, "Ding-hao, ding-hao!” And they pointed with pride to my twelve flags. The sun was going down now, even from our vantage point up there at twenty-five thousand, where Holloway and I were patrolling. We called to the other ships to land, and as we saw them go into the Lufbery circle and the rat-race that fighter pilots like to land from, Hol loway rolled over and dove straight for the ground. T started to roll with him—then I turned back for one more look at the setting sun. Down on the earth, to those earthbound creatures, th* sun was down. There the shadows of the approaching night covered the ground, but up here I could see above the moun tains, and the sun still shone on my fighter. I pulled almost straight up in the steep climb that I like to make before diving home, and looked into the vivid blue of the Yunnan skies. Some verses were running through my thoughts. Against the drumming of the engine I heard my own voice repeating the words of another fighter pilot, John Magee, who had died with the RAF in the battle of Britain. "Up, up the long delirious burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace Where never lark, or even eagle, flew. And while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.” [THE END] SELECTED FL FICTION BY f , GIFTED AUTHORS* Released by Western Newspaper Union By VIRGINIA VALE THAT’S quite a jump that “Your Hit Parade” has made, from Frank Sinatra to Lawrence Tibbett; nobody can say that the executives aren’t giving us variety. They wanted to widen the musical range of the program, and it’s safe to say that they’re accomplishing their aim. They’ve also brought about a reunion. Some 23 years ago, Lawrence Tibbett was one more young man headed toward an operatic career—and Basil Ruysdael was an operatic basso profundo. He LAWRENCE TIBBETT showed the young man how to use his voice; in fact, Tibbett credits him for helping him succeed. Now Ruysdael is the announcer on the program that gives us the first operatic star to sing popular music regularly, -* Abbott and Costello’s airshow con ductor, Freddie Rich, has been given an unusual assignment for the new United Artist’s picture, ”A Walk iu the Sun.” He will compose a special song to run throughout the picture, to interpret the differ ent moods of the story musically. It will also be used as a background for the narrator’s comments. -* John Brown, who plays “Father” on NBC's “A Date with Judy,” originally came to Hollywood to play in pictures, after specializing for years as a dialectician on the stage. “But in my first part," says Brown, “I didn’t have a line. The director gave me a cane and said 'Just stroll past the camera.' Then he added, ‘but remember to walk with a foreign accent!’ ” -* Every weekday evening as Perry Como steps to the microphone for hi* solo on his airshow, a young lady—a different one each time— rises in the studio audience and tosses a white carnation at his feet. The girls belong to Manhattan’s numerous Perry Como fan clubs, which accord to members the honor of presenting their idol with flowers. -* Hedy Lamarr, co-star of “Experi ment Perilous," broke into the movies as a script girl, but didn't go far; before she could really learn her duties, she was given a role in something called "Storm in a Water Glass." She was just 15, had run away from school, and her family promptly staged a stoim in a teacup. Hedy weathered it, and in another year was one of Vienna’s reigning screen beauties. -* Bill Goodwin, ace announcer who recently switched from the Burns and Allen program to Frank Sina tra’s, is doing right well with his career as an actor. You heard hlin with George and Grade as “a friend to the Burns family”; you’ll see him in a leading role in “Incendi ary Blonde,” and also in Alfred Hitchcock’s picture, “Notorious," starring Ingrid Bergman. Lots more fun than just announcing! -* Butterfly McQueen, former come dienne on Jack Benny’s radio pro gram, has a comedy role in “Mil dred Pierce," Joan Crawford’s first Warner Bros, picture under her present contract. As if that picture hadn't been held up long enough, the star came down with flu and they had to shoot around her. -* If you've always wanted to go to Mexico and see no immediate chance of doing it, make a note to see Republic's “Song of Mexico." James M. 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