La Grange Journal (La Grange, Tex.), Vol. 65, No. 49, Ed. 1 Thursday, December 7, 1944 Page: 6 of 8
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LA GRANGE JOURNAL
Thursday, December 7, 1944
CLASSIFIED
DEPARTMENT
HELP WANTED
• Persona mow angagad la aaaoutial
Imduatry will out apply without atata-
mumt ul availability tram thulr local
V mi tad Stmtaa Employment Service.
WANT COUPLE, suburban boms, 7 mllas
north of city hall. Man to car* for yard,
garden, cow. ate., woman for housework,
laundry, no cooking. Nlca quartars. aata
MO 00 par month._Possible for man to kei
Alamo
no cooking. Nlca quartars. salary
r month. Possible for man to keep
In town. BAM F. PATTEN. 1SI« N.
i Bt., Baa Aateale. Texas. Ph. F-B7BB.
WANTED—amL FOR HOUSEWORK
and care for 2-year-old child. Room, board,
and salary. lo replying state nationality,
ala and welfhl. MSB. MOSHER. tlB
HaJelen Flaea, Baa Antonia B, Teaas.
HELPERS, APPRENTICES, LABORERS
Good Jobs for man. Opportunity to learn
machinist, molder. welder trades. Must not
be subject to Immediate draft. Apply em-
ployment office In person. ALAMO IRON
WORKS. SAN ANTONIO. TEXAS.
Graduate Registered Nurse
For public health work. Must have a car.
For particulars writs: Dr, Walter E. Cex,
BrassrlaCasaly Health Uait, Angle ten. Tea.
LABORERS, lumber stacking, 10 hours
daily, 08c per hour. HUB LUMBER CO.,
axis Calhean Read HOUSTON. TEXAS.
Wanted—Truck and tractor mechanic, top
wages for right man. Ideal living condl-
F. O. Bex tot, Fredarlekabarg, Tex.
nanto.
COMMISSION AGENT
GEORGE W. HENDERSON
State Licensed Commission Agent
Ranches—Fa rms—Livestock.
Your Stocker and Feeder Orders will be
carefully handled and appreciated.
SHEEP—CATTLE—GOATS
Fheae 44S, F. O. Bex St7. Brady, Texaa.
_FARMS_
FOR SALE—178 acras Improved. 3 miles
BaavlUa. Grade A dairy barn, 78 seres goat
•roof, 80 acres held. 40 dairy cows, 80 goats,
80 hena. Tractor and all equipment, hammer
mill, 3 double unit milkers. Can be bought
separate. Same terms. Immed. possession.
Owner, Hebert Foreman, BaevtUe, Tessa.
FOOT BALM
KLEEN-FOOT BALM
Rsllavas your toot troubles, cracks, odor,
ate. Large size SI. money-back guarantee.
KLEEN-FOOT BALM CO.
SIS Travis Blvd.. Ban Antonie, Tessa.
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ONE BOILER 72xlS H.R.T.
Complete with flttlngs, settings and papers
for SO lbs. pressure. One 80 h. p. Tips
Vertical Diesel Engine. 017 EAST HOUS-
TON STREET. SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS.
FOR SALE—About 1,000 vinegar and plckla
barrels; some with one head and some
with two. Write TEXAS CONSUMERS
COMPANY. INC., dALVESTON. TEXAS.
MISCELLANEOUS
AT LAST A PURE FRUIT ORANGE Pow-
der. The beet drink ever. Send three dimes
for sampla pkg. ^quantity prices.
SMS Ontario St..' Fort Wayne, Indiana.
Onion, Cabbage Plants
Chnlennt Select Crystal Was and Yellow
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SI.38; 1,000—82.28; 3.000—M OO: 8.000—87
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OPPORTUNITY
DO TOU Drive a Packard or a FlIverT
Let ma tell you how to have a new car
svery week. Write to N. L. 8W1N-
FORD, Bex MSI. PORTLAND S, ORE.
PEANUT THRESHER
thresh-
r write,
m, Texas.
FOR SALE—One Llverman peanut 1
nr on rubber, self-feeder. Phone br
BOHN Ini ADEN • Yoakum,
USED ARMY GOODS
U. S. Army Issue Surplus
and uaed merchandise at srsat bargain
prices. 34.000 pairs shoes, no ration stamp
heeded. S2.1B. 20.000 raincoats 82.1B. 2.000
soft feather plllowa 80c. Mesklta 40c. can-
teens 40c, cups 28c. fatigue hata 28c. Alep
10.000 new U. 8. Army extra heavy 4 Iba. 6
ox. olive drab, single, cotton blankets, at/e
8 by 7 feet, red hot bargains S3.15, real
Christmas press ate. AH postage prepaid.
No C.O D.’i. Send money order.
BLANK'S EXCHANGE
Wlohlta Falls Texas,
Used Truck & Auto Parta
ALL TYPES uaed truck bedx, used cabs for
Fords. Chevrolet!. Dodges, International
trucks. B. A W. TRUCK A AUTO FARTS.
SMI MaKIneey, Heastea, Tex. Ph. C-777B
TRUCKS
FOB SALE—1937, 1(4 ton, flat bed Ford
truck, dual wheels. 7.50x20 tires, motor fust
overhauled, S4S0.00. Phone 334 during days,
or writs MAX WBSTERHOLM FEED
(TORE, Sehejeeberg, Texas. Bax 841.
Airplane Ceilings
The service ceiling of any air-
plane is the highest altitude at
which a plane can still climb 100
teat a minute, while its absolute
:eiling is the maximum altituda
the plane can reach.
Starts INSTANTLY tiriOm
MUSCULAR
ACHES-PAINS
For blessed prompt relief — gab oa
powerfully soothing Musterole. It
actually helps break Up painful local
congestion. So much seder to apply than
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with Afueferole/” Just rub it oa.
MUSTEROLE
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Buy U. S. War Bands
GOD IS MY
If CO-PILOT
Col. Robert L.Scott
W-NJJ. RtLtA&t
TIM story Ikes far: Eobert Scott, a
Watt Point graduate, hegtae penult train-
ing at Panama after wtaalng his wing*
at Kelly Plaid, Texas. When the war
coaaes la ns he la an Instructor la Cali-
fornia, and tearing he wlU always he an
Instructor ha writos to many generals
Steading tor n chance at cernbat flying,
sad at last the opportunity cornea. He
■aya goodby to Us wife sad baby and
leavea for Florida, where he pick* up hla
Flying Fortress. He Ole* to India where
for some time he li a terry pilot, flying
supplies Into Harms, bat be does not like
this fob. They fly over bombed and burn-
ing CUetsi towns as Harms falls. After
Burma is In the hands of Japs he meets
General SUlwell and Ua party.
CHAPTER X
Back at the field I found that
Payne had loaded the transport with
forty aick 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 buried
in the mud, all along the trail from
Burma to India. Those who kept
coming North from Shwebo up the
railroad to Myitkyina finally wound
up on Myitkyina’s 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-fous passengers or six thou-
sand pounds. The maximum alti-
tude was expected to be about 12,000
feet—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. I 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 ah officer and could best
be used when once again the British
entered Burma.
The Sikh officer refused with ma-
, estic 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 he was herding the ever-increas-
ing 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 Japs died be-
fore they killed him.
The winda from the Indian Ocean
grew stronger, and the monsoon sea-
son began. And oh boy, the rains
an. And
camel 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 bore 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 fey 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 finally had
to leave Loiwing, due to the failure
of the aii'-waming 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-
Lleut. Gen. Joseph (“Vinegar
Joe”) Stilwell, 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 had been too young; then
when war came I was suddenly told
I was too old to be a fighter pilot.
When had 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
knew 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’s, 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. Ail thaough 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-
ing 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-look-
ing 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 njy 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-off 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 hgd 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 fall
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 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
e.
Next day I tested my guns and
dropped aluminum-powder practice
bombs, bombs that leave a splaah
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.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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