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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]
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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,
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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.
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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!’ ”
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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.
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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.
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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!
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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.
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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. Fitzpatrick is neglecting
none of the famous historic spots,
none of the very beautiful ones.
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Arthur (Dagwood) Lake of the
CBS “Blondie" program says his
destiny will never be complete till
he co-stars with Dinah Shore Asked
if someone else wouldn't do, he
cracked, “In our family it's a tradi
tion that every Lake must have a
Shore!”
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ODDS AND ENDS—Drew Pearson,
syndicate writer and radio commenta
tor, makes his film dehut in “Betrayal
prom the East.” appearing in the pro
logue and doing the narration. . . 7 he
script of the C.BS “Suspense" drama,
“The Man IP ho Couldn't Lose,'' has
been bought by a Hollywood studio,
and will be adapted to the screen
Marie McDonald, who plays a fatal
lady in ''It's a Pleasure," was hilled over
Erank Sinatra when thes both sang with
Tommy Dorsey's band, hill she gave up
her singing career to go into the movies.
Ted Malone, heard Irorn in erteas on
the Blue, is writing a syndicated col
umn, called “I Sum Your Boy."
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