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THE SMITHVILLE TIMES, THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 15, 1945
CLASSIFIED
DEPARTMENT
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j FOR BALE—FARM AND RANCH
About 566 acres. 3 room concrete new
souse with large screened in porch. Good
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Fifteen miles out of Austin on Fredericks-
v burg highway. Priced to sell $25 per
acre. School bus, (grade and high) passes
place. Sec owner. Address
H. A. LINDIG
•tar Route A Cedar Valley, Toxao.
FOR SALE—A highly improved farm home
I miles from Victoria with improvements
worth $5,000. with 40 acres sandy loam
leavily manured, limed and phosphated and
SM 30 acres finest clover range in South
rexas. lVa-acre orange grove, electricity.
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preciated. Priced to sell. For sale by own-
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CO-PILOT
Col. Robert L.Scoff
W-N.URti.LASE
The story thus far: Robert Scott, a
West Point graduate, begins pursuit train-
ing at Panama altar winning his wings
at Kelly Field, Texae. When war breaka
out be le Instructor at a California air-
laid, but wanting to get Into combat
Bylng be wrltei General after General
making tbe request. Finally the chance
comet. He eayt goodby to hit wife and
child and leavez for Florida, where ho
picks up his four-motor bomber and Blee
to India. Here for eome time he la a
ferry pilot, dying supplies into Burma.
When Burma falla to tbe Jape he helpi
carry refugeea to India. Boon bo has an
opportunity to visit General Chennault,
and tells the General he wants to be a
Bghter pilot.
CHAPTER XI
I couldn’t waste tpuch time in
practice, for after all Burma was
just over the Naga Hills and the
Japs w*ere coming towards Myit-
kyina from the South and up the
Chindwin and the Irrawaddy. It was
open season and I needed no hunt-
ing license. Now I definitely knew
that adventure was near.
On that afternoon of April 30, 1942,
with a full load of ammunition and
the shark-mouth seeming to .drip
saliva, it was so eager, I waited by
my ship for an alert. Jap observa-
tion planes had been coming over
at high altitude very regularly. If
they came today I hoped to sur-
prise them.
At two o’clock the alert came, but
It was not observation. Many un-
identified aircraft were reported by
a British radio somewhere over the
Naga Hills. I didn't ask for more
than that scanty information—I was
in my fighter and climbing over the
“tea ranches,” as Colonel Haynes
called them.
High over the field at 22,000 feet,
I cuddled my oxygen mask and
circled, watching for enemy ships to
the East, South, and Southeast—
down in the direction of a course to
Mandalay. I searched until my eyes
hurt, but saw nothing. After about
an hour, turning to a course that
would take me in the direction from
which an enemy had to come, I flew
off to intercept—I now had barely
two hours’ fuel, and the farther
away from my base I met them, the
more successful my attack would be.
Lord I the ego that I possessed! I
honestly believe I thought I could
shoot down any number of Japs with
my single fighter. Again I say, more
of the valor of ignorance.
After forty-five minutes I turned
for home and began to let down to
eighteen thousand. Thirty miles
from the field I suddenly tensed to
the alert. Off ahead of me was a
dark column of smoke, rising high
in the air right in the position on the
world’s surface that the home field
should be. My tortured mind flashed
back to other results of bombings
that I had seen.
“My God,” I moaned, “while I’ve
been away looking for the bastards,
they’ve slipped in here and bombed
hell out of the home base!”
With tears in my eyes I nosed
over and dove for the Zeros that
should be strafing the field. (Later
I was to learn a lot about this meth-
od too.) The smoke was from base
all right, but I could see no enemy
planes. The only thing in the sky
was a single Douglas transport,
making a normal landihg on the
runway. “Calling NR-Zero—NR-
Zero,” I asked what the fire was.
The reply was muddled, but every-
thing seemed to be in order, for I
noticed two other transports clear-
ing the field for China. I circled,
then dove on the smoking ruins of
the RAF operations “basha.” That
building had been the casualty, and
it was a total loss. I could see the
operations officer sitting out in the
open, some hundred feet from the
charred ruins, calmly carrying on
his duties.
When I’d gotten my fighter parked
again I went over and heard the
story. No Jap attack had come,
and I felt relieved—my single-ship
war and I had not let the station
down. But as I heard the embar-
rassed operations man tell his story
I remember choking discreetly and
leaving before I laughed myself to
death.
When the alert sounded, “Opps”—
the operations officer—had hurried
to the window of the thatch and
bamboo “basha” to see me take off
in the “bloody kite—that Kitty-
hawk.” Seeing a transport from
China about to land, and fearing that
the Japs would bomb it on the field,
he had then fired a Very pistol out
of the operations window: the red
Very light would be the signal for
the transport not to land but to fly
in the "stand-by” area. The Very
light had gone nonchalantly out of
the operations window, into the
wind, had curved gracefully back
into another window, and had
burned the bloody building in five
minutes. Operations was being car-
ried on as usual from operations
desk, which was located in front of
the site of the former office. Bloody
shame, wasn’t it?
Well, it was tragic, but I guess
it was better than a bombing. And
so my first mission ended.
Came May Day, and I began the
greatest month in my life. I flew
every day in that long month, some-
times as many as four missions a
day. By putting in a total of 214
hours and 45 minutes, I averaged
over seven hours a day ler the
month. Most of this was in flghtar
ships—my little old Kittyhawk and
I learned • lot, and we were very,
very lucky. When I had come in
from my first sortie, the day ope-
ations burned down, my pal Lot-
Gerry Mason kidded me a bit.
We got pretty confident, the trans-
port boys and I, for I used to go
with them across Burma, and Jop-
lin and some of the other daredevils
would try to lure the Jap in to at-
tack them. Jop would call over the
radio, in the clear: “NR-o from
transport one three four—I'm lost
near Bhamo—give me a bearing.
Up there, some three thousand feet
above them, I’d be sitting with my
fighter, just praying that my "de-
coy” would work and some luckless
Jap would come in for the kill. Then
I’d imagine myself diving on his
tail, my six guns blazing. But the
ruse never worked. Sometimes I
think the “Great Flying Boss in the
Sky” was giving me a little more
practice before he put me to the
supreme test.
May the fifth was one of the big
days in my life. Waving good-bye
to Gerry Mason as I taxied out, I
saw him hold his thumb up to me
to wish me good hunting. I waved
back and was in the air on a sweep
towards central Burma. I went
straight to Myitkyina; then, seeing
nothing, I swung South along the
Irrawaddy over Bhamo. Continuing
South I went right down on the Bur-
ma Road, North of Lashio, and
searched for enemy columns. North
of the airport at Lashio I saw two
groups of troops in marching order.
I would have strafed them imme-
diately, but I was afraid they might
be Chinese: after all, there were two
Chinese armies coming North some-
where in Burma. I made as though
to ignore them and they partially
;r
Chinese soldiers and coolies look
over Jap plane shot down by Col.
Scott.
scattered to the sides of the road.
Twelve trucks in the column kept
rolling to the North.
Then I momentarily forgot about
the troops—for in the northwestern
corner of the field at Lashio was a
ship. From my altitude of 2500 feet
I saw at once that it was a twin-
engined enemy bomber, later iden-
tified as a Mitsubishi, Army 97. It
was being serviced, for there were
four gasoline drums in front of it
and a truck that had evidently un-
loaded the fuel. My gun switches
were already on, and had been since
I had seen the troop column. Now
I was diving for the grounded bomb-
er and getting my “Christmas Tree”
sight lighted properly.
Hurriedly I began to shoot. I saw
men running from the truck and
jumping into the bushes to the side.
My first shots hit in front of the
plane, probably striking the fuel
drums, for heavy dust covered the
enemy ship. I released my trigger
as I pulled out of my dive, just
clearing the trees behind my tar-
get. As I looked back I saw the
red circle on one wing, but the other
was covered by the body of a man
who either had been shot or was try-
ing to hide the identifying insignia.
Keeping the ship very low, I
turned 180 degrees for the second at-
tack. This time I did better. I saw
my tracers go into the thin fuselage
and then into the engines. At first
I thought that what I was seeing
was more dust; then I realized it
was smoke pouring from under the
ship. It was on fire. Foolishly then,
I pulled up to about six hundred
feet; if there had been anti-aircraft
fire, I know now they would have
shot me down. Again I turned and
shot at the truck and the gasoline
drums, and once more I saw the
tracers converge on the enemy ship.
Smoke was floating high in the sky—
I could smell It over the odor of cor-
dite that came from my own guns.
Keeping very low again, I turned
East and found the Burma Road,
turned up it and started looking for
the columns which I now knew were
Japanese. I approached them from
the rear, fired from about a thou-
sand yards, and the road seemed
to pulverize. The closely packed
troops appeared to rush back to-
wards me as my speed cut the dis-
tance between us. I held the six
guns on while I went the length of
the troop column and caught the
trucks. There were only six now,
but I fired into all of them and two
I saw burn immediately. On my
second pass, as I “S’ed” across ths
road, I shot at each truck individu-
ally, then turned for the troops
again. The road was so dusty that
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I could barely see the bodies of
®ose i had hit on the flrst pasg j
•oppose the others were hidden in
Ve brush to the side. As I pulled
UP. I could see the black plume of
•woke to the South—my first enemy
snip was burning fiercely.
I made as though to leave the
»rea, then came in again from the
South on the troops after the dust
#sd settled. They had reformed but
were not as closely packed as be-
fore. Again I strafed them, but this
time I saw that they were firing at
me. The trucks couldn’t get off
the road, and I exhausted my am-
munition on them in two more
Puses. One truck that I caught
dead center with a full two-second
burst seemed to blow up. When I
left, I knew that four of the trucks
were burning, and farther to the
South I could still see the smoke
of my first Jap plane rising high
above the trees of Burma.
Straight back to base I went, feel-
ing very intoxicated with success.
At last I’d been able to see Japs and
drew blood. In this case they had
b«en treated just as they had been
truting Allied ground troops, and I
was happy.
That afternoon I went back on
the second mission. I found the
wrecks of four trucks and baggage,
and objects that could have been
gen, scattered all over the road.
The place where I had caught the
troop column showed about forty
deed men. The grounded plane had
burned, and with it had burned about
ta seres of the jungle. I fired a
long burst into the truck and into
the four fuel drums in front of the
debris of the enemy bomber, but
they didn’t bum; I guess the morn-
ing fire had finished them. I
serched the country to the North
for more troops, but didn’t intercept
aty.
I went back home highly elated—I
had drawn my first blood. I felt that
the world was good again. With prida
I ndioed General Chennault that
hb "shark” had been in use, that I
hid caught lots of rats walking along
thBurma Road, and that one Army
97 bomber would fly no more for the
Japs.
When Myitkyina fell, I went over
tbn every day to bum the gasoline
tbit had been stored in tins in
ths woods to the Northeast of the
ad of the runway. I had found out
ii location from British Intellir
», but the RAF Group Captain
exacted from me a promise
i s,eeW tint fire tfito It until he
, me the word.
i seems that he was afraid that
ifiring and the burning of the fuel
.4ld excite the native Burmese
Wb were in the village. I couldn’t
se< what difference that would
mice, for after all the Japs would
cajture the thousands of gallons of
avhtion gasoline, and the natives
wee more than likely helping them
anjway. Though I held off, every
tine I saw the shiny four-gallon
csss in the trees my finger itched
to burn the cache before the enemy
cold use it. I passed the three
diys of waiting in burning three
birges on the Irrawaddy, South of
Biamo, and in setting a fuel barge
ot fire down on the Chindwin. In
this last raid my ship picked up a
fow small holes; evidently some Jap
sympathizers got my range.
Later in the week, the RAF Group
Captain told me that his Comman-
dos in Myitkyina were going to
knock holes in all the fuel tins with
picks before they left the field to the
Jape. Nevertheless I kept watching
the gasoline stores while the Japs
moved to the North. On May 8,
when I got in my ship and started
the Allison, my friend the Group
Captain ran across the field to tell
me that the Japs could not get the
gasoline—it had been destroyed with-
out fire, and thus the villagers would
not be panicked. Over the roar of
the engine I yelled that in that case
it would not bum when I fired into
it. For I had waited long enough;
the Japs were in Myitkyina and I
wasn’t taking any chances on their
acquiring over 100,000 gallons of avi-
ation fuel less than two hundred
miles from our base.
When I came over the field at
Myitkyina, the enemy fired at me
while I was yet ten miles away; I
could see the black bursts of the
37 mm AA in front and below me.
I started “jinking” and moved to
the Northeast, so that I could come
from out of the sun and be as far as
I could get from the field. With my
first burst the whole woods seemed
to blow up—I have never seen such
a flash as that which came when
that veritable powder-train of high
octane fuel caught fire from the trac-
ers. I also fired at two of the gun
installations on the field. But the
bursts from the Jap guns were so
close to me that I decided to let
well enough alone, and turned for
home in Assam.
Next day, May 9, I made four
raids into Burma. On the first of
thess I escorted two transports pi-
loted by Sartz and Sexton to Pao-
shan, where they were going to land
to pickup the baggage of the AVG,
who were going on to Kunming. I
waited for them to land and take off
again, and then called goodby. They
were going on East within ths air
controlled by the AVG, and I wanted
to look for Japs to the South any-
way. Two hours later Paoshan
was badly bombed by the JaP*>
and so I missed a good party by
not staying around.
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