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Wriro today. 'Ooik owt' f- 4 ffifD 4V r-r nr. rmtm i i sua I Aoww- I Hi mi l. I If MoaSvi fs A-K 4 b.i St. At Oa i RELEASE all those thousands of miles to see for even ten minutes Tears came to my eyes I knew I had been a fooL For hours I lay awake.

And then. in the darkness, I think I saw the other side. Suppose I called that officer who had telephoned me from Washington. Suppose I called and told him that I had lied that I had never flown a Flying Fortress. I eould- easily get, out of this mission but the thought was one that I couldn't entertain even for a second.

For now the seriousness of war had gradually come to me. Unless men like myself thousands and millions of them left these wonderful luxuries in this great land of America we could lose it all forever. I loved these two with all my heart but the only way In ail the world to keep them living in the clean world they were accustomed to was to steel myself to the pain of parting with them for months or years-or even forever. The actuality of war, grim war, had come? I knew then that the theoretical word "Democracy" was not what we were to fighj I knew it was for no party, no race, creed, or We were going to fight, and many of us were to die, for just what I had here my wife and family. To me, they were hall that was real, they were all that I could understand.

To. me, they were America. Next day we got the household goods packed. We piled on an east-bound train and left California. That ride for me was the saddest thing that has ever happened.

I would look at those two and see that my wife was thinking my own thought; even the little girl seemed to sense that all was not weR At Memphis. almost casually bade them good-by, and we parted. But as I watched their train disappear down the track I knew that part of my life was gone. My world was grim. Reaching my assembry point for instructions, I found that I was reporting to Col.

Caleb V. Haynes, one of the' greatest of big-ship pilots the pilot In our Air Force who had devoted much of his life to making the four-engine bomber the weapon that it is today. The entire group of officers and men' made quite a I learned that they were all picked men, and that they had volunteered and almost fought for places on the crews of the Fortresses. And as I heard the explanation of the flight from Colonel Haynes I saw he reason for their excitement This was a "dream mission" one that was a million kinds of adventure rolled Into one. We were to fly thirteen four-engine bombers one B-24 and twelve B-17E's to Asia.

There we were to "bomb up" the ships after we had gone as far East as we possibly could, and then were to bomb objectives In Japan. Our orders read that we wefe to co-ordinate our attack from the West with another attack that was coming from the East The sadness that bad been with me since leaving my family vanished. Once again I saw the war in a spirit of adventure. Here was what any soldier might have prayed for here was what the American public had been clamoring for during the months since Pearl Harbor. I was fortunate to be one of the pilots; it almost made up for my failure to finally get Into single-seater fighter ships again almost, but not That night we talked things over and mot each other, and next morning we left for Washington, with our newly drawn equipment.

Our planes were lri Florida, being made ready for combat, but we were obliged to go by way of Washington for the purpose, astounding In war, of securing diplomatic passports. I remember that even in the joy of the mission, I couldn't help wondering what kind CI a war this one could be. We were haying" to secure passports in order to be able to fight Visas were obtained for all countries we were to fly over and through Brazil, Liberia, Nigeria. Egypt, Arabia, India and China, especially! Visas to go to warl Properly Inoculated against fourteen diseases, with visas for everywhere, with trinkets for trade with natives in Africa, Arabia, and Burma, we went on down to Florida. The instant I landed I hunted out my ship B-17E Air Corps number 41 9031.

I soon painted on its nose the red map of Japan, centered by the cross-hairs of a modern with the" cross right over Tokyo. In my poor Latin was inscribed "Hades ab Altar" or roughly, "Hell from on High." I climbed Into the control room of my ship and met my crew. Each man was a character, each man wanted badly to get started. The co-pilot was Doug Sharp, another dark-haired Southerner, a first Lieutenant who was destined to get shot down In another Flying Fortress over Rangoon. He coolly got most of his crew out of the burning ship; then, with those who were un- able to parachute to safety, he landed the flaming ship In the rice paddies of central Burma.

From this point he led his men those whom he did not have to' bury beside the ship out through the Japanese lines to safety In India. He was made a Major after this gallant act I (TO BE CONTINUED) tf The story thm fan Robert Scott, a West Point graduate, become! an air cadet at Randolph Field, Texas, reallzlnf hit life'i ambition. He wins nil wings at Kelly field and li now an arm; pilot. Ordered to report to Hawaii, but wanting to marry a rlrl In Georgia, be pleadi with his General to keep him In the country, and li ordered to Mitchel Field, Y. To gain more flying time he carries the mall for Uncle Sam.

Make more trips to Georgia and finally talks Catharine -Into marrying him, From Mitchel Field he Is sent to Panama where his real pursuit training Is begun In a P-1ZS. He Is given a Job constructing flying fields wbtcb would some day protect the CanaL Be begins to train other pilots. CHAPTER this time, war with certain tountries appeared Imminent. 1 had always believed that we would fight Japan, and had always believed that -Japan would make the first thrust And I tried to out" every cadet that came through our school tried by talking to him to find out whether or not he had the urge for combat, for I knew that the urge was positively necessary. Not only did a man have to have that certain incentive to fly and keep on flying, until flying became second nature, but he had to have the definite urge for combat When he learned to fly automatically he would control the ship without thinking about the controls and have his mind free to concentrate on navigation and the aiming of his guns besides watching his tail for the enemy.

From Ontario I went to Lemoore, In the San Joaquin Valley of California, and there I went through one of the low periods of my life. It was not that Lemoore was bad for the people were wonderful but war was getting closer and closer, and I was getting farther from com bat duty. Finally, after war had Opened on December 7, I began to write Generals all over the country in an effort to get out of the Train ing Center. After all, I had been an Instructor for nearly four years and it was pretty monotonous. I knew that instructors were neces sary, but I wanted to fight, and I thought that If I could get out to "fight with my experience, I could come back later on and? be even more valuable as an instructor of fighter pilots.

At last things began to happen, On December 10, I was hurriedly or. dered to report to March Field. When these secret orders came, I thought the day for my active entry into the real war was near. Hardly taking time to get my toothbrush the radiogram' said, "immediately' I jumped Into a car and drove madly through the Valley and over the pass of Tejon through the anow the summit at nearly ninety miles an hour, to March Field. I arrived there In a blackout, and though I wag to see plenty of combat later on.

I'll take an oath that the nearest I've been to death In this war was when 1 rode Into March Field with my lights out, trying to follow the line In the highway that was not there. Army trucks went by with dim, pin-point, blue lights, and as I looked out of my car the trucks would almost hit me. When I finally got on the post with my radiogram for admission, I tore up to the headquarters and operations dfKce, expecting any minute to be told to jump in a P-38 or a P-40 and go up to protect Los Angeles. There were many others like myself, for apparently all pilots -ivith pursuit experience had been assembled. Squadrons of pursuit planes would come through daily on the way up the coast and we all grew envious watching them.

The only cheering thing was the radio broadcast which told of Capt. Colin P. Kelly and his crew sinking the Jap battleship Haruna. this engagement Kelly became the first hero of the war, and I was very proud. For Captain Kelly had been under my instruction at Randolph Field.

I could well remember that fine student's excellent attitude tor a combat pilot He had broken his collarbone in a football scrimmage at Randolph-and had told no one on the flying line. Looking in the rear-view mirror, I saw him flying with his left hand on the stick; when I corrected him, I learned of the accident. Fighter Kelly had been so anxious to get on with the course of instruction that he was completely ignoring broken bones. Of such material are heroes made. "I 'still wanted to fight myself.

I could well remember the years and years I had trained in Panama with the 78th Pursuit Squadron; I had always been too young to lead an element, a flight, a squadron, or Then suddenly I was told here that I was not only too old-imagine that, at age 341 to lead a squadron, but also too old to lead even a group. In fact I was too old. to fly a fighter plane Into combat I used to tell the Generals that from being too young, I had suddenly jumped to being too old. TheTe had never been a correct age. But all the argument was to no avail, and after waiting around March Field for ten days we were ordered back to our home stations.

returned to Letnoore In the San Joaquin. I know there was no man on Bataan any sadder that -night than I. Then came orders to report to Victorville at least her was a change, and I welcomed it I found myself director of training In a twin-engine school I was still getting farther and farther from the war. It seemed to me now that all was lost. I had tried desperately for the last six months to get out of the Training Center, and now that jyar had come it seemed that the powers at the top had decided that all of us, whether we had been trained as fighte? pilots or as combat pilots, bomber pilots, or transport pilots, were nevertheless to stay there in the Training Center.

Decern-ber, January, and February went by, and In these months I wrote from Victorville to General after General I remember saying to on of them: "Dear General. If you win excuse me for writing a personal letter to you on a more or less official subject in time of war, I will certainly submit to you for court martial after the war. But If you can Just listen to me I don't care whether that court martial comes or not I have been trained as a fighter pilot lor nine years. I have flown thousands of hours In all types of planes. I've been brought here as an Instructor and.

I think I've done my job. Please let me get mit to fight. I want to go to Java. I want to go to Australia, I want to go to China, India, and anywhere there's fighting going ii- i Tim ifcfclL ni i Capt. Colin Kelly, who sank the Jap battleship Haruna.

on Just so you get me out of the monotony of the Training Center." An answer came back from this General: He would do all he could, he would even forget the court martial, but men were necessary in the training centers. Even with these kind words, it appeared that my cause was lost Then, when the future looked worse than at any time In my life, a telephone call came from Washington, from a Colonel. "Have you ever flown a four-engine ship?" I answered Immediately: "Yes, Sir." I had flown one for a very few minutes, at least I'd flown It in spirit while standing behind the pilot and co-pilot but that was the only time I'd ever been In the nose or In the cockpit of a Flying Fortress. His next question was, "How many hours have you flown it?" I told hjm eleven hundred; there was no need to tell a story unless it was a good one, ana aner an, i consiuerea wis a white kind of lie a white lie that was absolutely necessary if I was to get to war. After giving this information' I went back to waiting with my hopes way up.

One night In early March, 1942, they came true and to me they read like a fairy tale, too good to be true. I was to comply with them immediately, reporting to a field in the Central States, There I would receive combat Instructions from the leader of our mission. As I drove over from Victorville to my home in Ontario that evening, it seemed as though I was already In the air adventure had come at last. Even then, the fear tugged at my heart that the orders would be changed before I could start. I told my wife that I was going to combat, but the nature of the orders forbade my telling her where, or what type of mission.

Not even at the look of pain that crossed her face did I lose my feeling of victory. She was trying to act happy, but I knew It was only because she remem bered that I wanted duty In combat. That night I began to pack hastily, resolving at the same time to take my wife and little one-year-old daughter back towards Georgia, where" they could be among relatives. As I packed and arranged for the furniture to be shipped I still had my exalted feeling of victory. When I got into bed, very late, I thought I would drop right off to sleep.

But as my mind relaxed for the first time after the orders had been received, I felt myself come to complete wakefulness. I even sat up in bedj for I had realized for the first time what I had done. Here was my home, with the two people whom I loved more than any others in all the world my wife and my little girt. Here, in this wonderful place, I could possibly have lived out the war, behind a good safe desk at Victorville or some other training field. By my love of adventure, by my stubborn nature, I had talked myself out of this soft and wonderful job of staying home with my family.

I was about to leave that girl I had driven 3f5f i3f While JTaller ITinchell is away, his column uill be conducted by guest columnists. Cabled From Somewhere In Dutch New Guinea By George Lait (International News War Correspondent.) Col. David W. Hutchison, commander of one of the wings of Lieut Gen. George Kenny's bomber force in the New Guinea interior, now en route to his home in Madison, on leave, told me of a new technique evolved on the spur of the moment by one of his night fighter pilots.

The technique, however, is not recommended too highly for repeat performances. This night fighter took off to attack Jap bombers which were raiding Wake Island. Anti-aircraft gunners and searchlight crews could hear his engine purring in the sky. Suddenly, over the radio they heard the pilot shout: "I am coming into searchlights! For Pete's sake shoot this so-and-so my tail." The fighter pilot roared' into the searchlights' beams with the Jap bomber close The antiaircraft crews shot off the Jap's tail. There's a big; treasure hunt going on at Lae, Eritish New Guinea.

Not for Guinea gold, but for 200 cases of pi'ewar Scotch whiskey buried there by Manager Burns, of Philip Company, before the Jap Burns, who is now in England with the RAF, intends returning after the war to dig up his cache. The Yan's, with everything from entrenching tools to bulldozers, meanwhile are ripping up the jungle, hoping to bcal him to the swag. Some New Guinea points have a real Broadway flavor these days. In one day I bumped into Maj. Abe Schechtcr, former bigshot at NBC; Sgt' George McLemore, noted sports columnist, now a combat cor respondent; Lieut.

Jack Miley, tie sports writer, still of approximately the same tonnage as the heavy cruiser on which he is serving; Lieut. Larry Jones, whose father operates Gertner's restaurant. New and who is in charge of the largest GI messes in the southwest Pacific; Lew Parker and Jackie Heller, night club performers entertaining troops; Jack Davis, New York representative of the Australian Consolidated Press, whocame over for a-six-month gander at the war; Capt Jack Cross, Westchester county journalist (husband of Powers model Betty Riddell) and Capt Dick Krolick, also a journalist and habitue of East 45th street's famous Pen and Pencil bar; Eddie Dowl-Ing's son. Jack, war correspondent for a Chicago newspaper; Douglas (Wrongway) Corrigan, ferrying planes for the Fifth air force, and Col. Merian Cooper (he's gone home on leave to visit his wife, the former Dorothy Jordon of the movies) who produced "Chang." "Grass," and "Long Voyage Alfred Vanderbilt, who with his orpther, George, is.

giving 1 the hell as commanders of PT boats. Phil La Follcttc, former Governor if Wisconsin, has just been promoted to full colonel. He'll be going home soon on leave. Lady Emily Coole of Boston's Back Bay and widow of the first Baronet of Ireland, is now in charge of one of the largest Red Cross outfits in "Australia, caring for the wants of recently arrived WACs. Everybody knows Corp.

Lew Ayres now serving as a chaplain assistant at Holhindia, but few know that Tech. Sgt. Frankie Darro is a dispensing pharmacist at one of New Guinea's big hospitals. He is the former child star who specialized in tough kid roles. Capt.

Lanny Ross lias been almost i solely, responsible for shepherding around the southwest Pacilic all of the bigshot entertainers such as Jack Benny, Bub Hope, Carol Land's, Martha Tilton, Jerry Colonna, Larry Adler and Gary Cooper. One of the biggest successes in New, Guinea, who, wiseacres thought, would be a flop, was Judith Anderson, who presented Shakespeare tc the GIs, and they loved it. Let Vanatte, INS daredevil flying correspondent with the Far East air tells the story of a combat sergeant physically unfit for further fighting, was transferred to army post office censorship to assume duties ordinarily assigned to women. The disgruntled, disgusted sergeant reported to his commanding officer, "Sir, 1 have come to re place a WAC!" Jack Benny got plenty of belly- laughs from General MacArthur's GIs with his crack: "I am an old-timer in these Islands I used to spend weekends at Cata-lina." Cmdr. Genrge Halas, who used to coach the Chicago Benrs professional football team, and is now serving as recreation and welfare officer for the 7th fleet, is accompanying Bob Hope' party on its tour of the southwestern Pacific area and sees that the navy boys get their share of the VERONICA LAKE speaking: Co-Starring in "SO PROUDLY WE HAIL," 0 ParamounrPktur Or, A dentist's dentifrice was created by a dentist for persons who want utmost brilliance consistent with utmost gentleness.

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