The headquarters at Rangoon was temporary and planned to be moved wherever China might need the Flying Tigers most. Colonel Fuller had been handling twice as much work as one officer could handle. He now strode across the room and faced Stan.
“My compliments, Major Wilson. You have saved me from being taken in by a scoundrel.”
“It couldn’t be Colonel Munson, by any chance?” O’Malley asked with a grin.
Colonel Fuller’s scowl3 vanished and he157 laughed. “It happens to be a certain Von Ketch,” he said.
The Colonel led Stan and his pals4 into a small room. There they saw a mixture of uniforms, British, Dutch, Australian and American officers’ mingled5 with the Chinese. Fuller turned Stan over to three colonels. One was a boyish young Chinese with horn-rimmed glasses. One was a colonel of Marines, a leathery faced veteran of many campaigns. The other was a British officer who had seen service in Norway.
Stan and Allison saluted7 smartly. O’Malley made a ragged8 gesture. The Chinese colonel spoke9 to Stan.
“You have brought remarkable10 news from across the border. But first, my compliments upon your daring escape from the enemy.” His English was smooth and unaccented.
“Thank you, sir,” Stan said.
“What action would you recommend?” The colonel was smiling as he asked the question.
“I had hoped to catch Colonel Munson at the field and thus keep him from warning the158 enemy. He saw and recognized Te Nuwa’s ship and got away,” Stan said. “But if we go over at dawn we can catch them before they can move out many planes. I do not think their field has any large floodlights.”
“That sounds feasible, and of course it will be a job your men will enjoy.” The colonel regarded Stan gravely. “How will you proceed?”
Stan flushed. He wasn’t in command. The colonel had made a slight error there. But there was no time to argue.
“The spot is a jungle hangar. I think they will have to take off one or two at a time and rendezvous11 in the air for any attack or defense,” Stan explained. “If we hit there at daylight we can go down and smash about a hundred planes on the ground, as well as blow up their ammunition12 dumps.”
“Reasonable plan,” the British officer agreed.
“But I do not happen to be in command,” Stan said. “I am merely reporting for Colonel Fuller.”
“You have been in command a full hour,”159 the young Chinese colonel said. “Colonel Fuller has so much to do he cannot be up with his squadron.”
Stan started to protest but the colonel lifted a hand. “You are in command of the squadron at your field. You will be joined by another squadron from Base One. You will have twenty bombers14 and twenty-four fighter planes. You will command the raid.”
“Major Allison has always been in charge of our flights,” Stan said.
“Shut up!” Allison snapped, then grinned at the young colonel. “I beg your pardon, sir, but this Yank is stubborn at times.”
“Let’s get going,” O’Malley broke in.
The three colonels smiled widely. The Chinese officer spoke. “We have ample need for leaders of squadrons. I have a place for at least two more colonels at once. Major Wilson will make plans for the attack. Please confer with the Air Commander and the supply officer.”
The three fliers saluted. As they turned away, the colonel of Marines called after them:
160 “Give them a grubbing, boys. Wish I were going along, I’d like a whack15 at that rat Munson.”
Stan grinned back at the Marine6. Allison also smiled.
“If he’s a sample of your Marine Corps16, I’d like to work with them,” Allison said.
“He’s a typical devil dog,” Stan said. “The world’s finest fighting men. Not many of them, but they’re tough and hard—always first at a hot spot.”
They went into conference with General Dern, who was to have control of the entire operation covering both Stan’s fighter escort and the bombers. Dern was a Georgia boy who had fought all over China and who had been in service long before the Flying Tigers came into being. He had fought the Japs from Lashio on the Burmese border to Kweiyang within the last year. He was a lank17 six-footer with a typical southern drawl.
“You can give us the location,” he said. “That’s about all we’ll need.”
Stan prepared maps for Dern, giving the location of the temple with the red roof and161 the location of the Jap planes and supply dumps.
“Sure, we know the spot,” Dern said. “I know Te Nuwa personally. The old rascal18 is supposed to be one of our close friends. He was to oppose the penetration19 of Thailand by the Japs. We furnished him quite a stock of small arms for his men.”
Stan looked up from the map thoughtfully. “If we can prevent it, I think we should avoid blasting the native quarter of the town, which is here.” He put a circle around a spot south of the temple.
“You like the Thai natives?” Dern asked.
“I’d be stiff as a codfish right now if it hadn’t been for one of them. She helped me get away,” Stan said. “Ever have a silk cord draped around your neck and then have some bird yank you off the ground?”
“No,” Dern answered. “But I’ve seen a couple of fellows who were finished off that way. You must have a way with women, Major.”
“She was a Jap spy, a Burmese girl,” Stan said seriously. “I’d hate to think we returned162 her good turn by dropping a bomb on her.”
“Did you tell her you were coming back to blast her village?” Dern asked.
“Yes,” Stan answered.
“Then she’ll clear out,” Dern said. “Now to get the big babies loaded and ready. You get your fighters ready. We’ll assemble in your mess and go over the whole plan with the men.”
Stan and his pals headed for their barracks. The boys were routed and the mess soon was filled with eager fliers. Stan told them briefly21 what was expected and showed them his maps. They gave a rousing cheer when they heard he was to be Flight Commander of their group. Every man had one ambition and one resolve, each intended to get Nick Munson if possible. It was to be an individual duel22.
Dern and his bomber13 crew dropped over for a few minutes. The Raid Commander spoke briefly, then walked over to Stan and let the boys do their own planning. After the men had talked things over, the bomber163 crew left and Base Two Squadron settled down to wait for the signal to go.
The signal came through soon after Dern had left. Stan and his boys rushed out to their ships and piled in. The P–40’s stood on the cab rank, their flaming exhausts making a pattern of shadows on the ground. Stan palmed his hatch cover forward and adjusted his mike. He had a near attack of stage fright as he set himself to take over. He was a flight leader and had a squadron behind him.
“Temple Flight, are you ready?” he called into his flap mike.
Twenty-three signals came back to him, eager, snappy.
“Temple Flight, check your temperatures,” Stan called. The tightness had gone out of his throat and he was eager to be off. He had a group of deadly fighters to lead and it would take some savage23 fighting to keep ahead of them. One thing he dared not do. He could not make any mistakes. Mistakes in the air meant death for someone.
“Temple Flight, upstairs!” Stan called.164 He reached for the throttle24 knob and opened the P–40 up.
Kicking one brake, he spun25 his ship around and headed down to the shadow bar. The ground officer’s Aldis lamp blinked and lifted. A line of trim Tigers slid down the runway and roared into the coming dawn. With tails up, they surged off the field and circled to take formation.
“Temple Flight, close in,” Stan directed. “Right echelon26 line on Allison. Left echelon line on Wilson.” Stan felt a sudden surge of confidence run through him. He could see O’Malley in the right-hand slot, holding on his aileron groove27. Other shadowy forms slid through the sky on either side and back of him.
The fighters went upstairs, circled and picked up the two engine bombers. Dern’s voice came in clear and loud:
“Take the fighters up to twenty thousand, Wilson. Blank out radio. Take over up there.”
“Fighters going up to twenty thousand,” Stan called back. He snapped an order to his fighters and up they went.
165 They climbed into the sky with their exhausts roaring. They hit twenty thousand feet above the sea level and headed south and east. As they swept over the Salween River, day was breaking. It burst over the jungle and the rice paddies like a great light flashed on in a dark room.
The Flying Tigers were silent. There was no cocky banter29 or wisecracks such as they would hurl30 at one another once they opened up on the enemy. This was grim business and the Tigers were masters of the surprise attack. Hit fast and hit hard. Get the yellow man’s planes off the ground. Beat him to the punch. Stan checked his guns and listened to his motor. He was casting an eagle eye about. The Japs should have planes up, looking for bombers. It was his job to intercept31 them.
The silence was broken by the crisp voice of Dern. “Temple Flight, Temple Flight. Bombers going down over objective. Peel off and go down. Wilson, stand by. Kariganes coming up.”
The voice snapped off. Stan cupped his flap mike and called to his Flying Tigers:
166 “Peel off and go down. Take ’em!”
Stan could see the bombers below. They were laying over and going down, one after another. Far below he saw the red roof of the temple gleaming in the sun. Stan could see the observer gunners in their turrets32 far out on the nose of the bombers. Their guns flashed in the morning sun.
Stan spotted33 the fighters coming up. This would be an even battle for once, unless he had been mistaken about the number of fighters the Japs had available. Stan’s eyes suddenly narrowed. The Jap fighters were led by a trim P–40. Munson was heading the pack.
“Spot that P–40,” Stan snapped. “It is 9-P–89.”
Shouts came back to him as he bored along watching his boys go down the chute in roaring dives, white plumes34 of smoke lining35 out behind them.
Stan grinned as he looked across at O’Malley who had to wait his turn. O’Malley probably was frothing at the mouth. Suddenly the wild Irishman nosed over and167 was gone like a flash. Stan circled and went up into the sun, near a bank of clouds.
The P–40’s broke upon the Jap fighters like streaks36 of fire. They cut across the flight of Japs and in a few seconds the Kariganes had no chance to go after the bombers. Stan watched the fight below. There was no need to give any orders now. The Flying Tigers were lone2 wolves and when unleashed37 they would go it on their own.
Stan watched the red roof of the temple below. That was the only visible mark in the jungle, aside from the native village. As he laid over and circled downward he saw great mushrooms of smoke and flame rising from the woods. The Hudsons had located oil tanks and ammunition dumps as well as parked planes. The flames spread and enveloped38 the temple. They leaped over the tops of the trees. Stan saw wrecked39 bombers and men running madly away from the woods.
Stan passed up two Jap fighters and went twisting down in a tight circle, leaving a168 beautiful curl of smoke. He was looking for a certain P–40 carrying the army insignia of China and the serial40 number 9-P–89. He sighted plenty of P–40’s. The air was full of them. The Japs had gotten most of their fighters up and were making a stand. Stan judged they had forty of them in the air. But he could not locate Munson.
A circle of anti-aircraft guns had broken into full blast below. Stan laughed softly. That was just what Dern needed. He saw the Hudsons wheel and come back over. They nosed down inside the circle of gunfire, the spot that was marked out for them. One of them lifted, half-turned over, then tossed away a wing. It crashed into the flaming roof of the temple. The others went through the muck and down to the tops of the trees before they unloaded. Then they zoomed41 up to where the P–40’s were having a circus.
Stan dived into a fight near him. Four Japs were trying to corner a Flying Tiger that had been crippled. He lashed28 across one of the Karigane fighters and riddled42 it; then spun and dived on another. It burst into flames as his Brownings found its engine169 and fuel tank. The other Karigane dived and fled.
Stan saw, as he went up, that the P–40’s were kings of the air. He wondered who had shot Munson down. Cupping his flap mike, he called to his men:
“Temple Flight! Fighter formation! Disabled planes, head for base.” He had spotted two of his planes wobbling and fighting their controls. “Go in, disabled planes. Head in! Wilson speaking!”
The two fighters headed off on the trail of the bombers. Cupping his mike again, Stan ordered:
“Go down for ground strafing. Take out the guns on the ground!”
The P–40’s went down over the guns belching43 fire on the ground. They came clipping in over the trees, nosed some more and opened up. Their guns raked the artillery44 men below and many of the cannon45 ceased firing. The fighters swept on, smashing grounded planes and zooming46 up when there was nothing more to blast. Up they went and over and down again.
The Hudsons had vanished and Stan170 nosed along over the jungle. He sighted a bomber which had been wheeled away from the others, did a tight turn and flipped47 over to go down on it. As he went he pressed his gun button. Nothing happened. He was out of ammunition. He shot out over the village teeming48 with terrified natives. He hoped Niva was among them. If she was back in the temple grounds she could hardly have escaped injury, possibly death.
Stan began calling his war birds together. They came up and joined him. As they fell into formation, he checked them over. He had sent two cripples home. One plane had gone down. He watched O’Malley drop into place, then saw Allison take his position. He was glad they were there. It was always good to see them come sliding in after a fight. He wondered who had been lost.
“Going home, fast!” he called.
The P–40’s headed for their base and roared away. They came down out of the sky and landed with the boys shouting at each other as they eased in. Twenty-one Tigers piled out and headed for the briefing room. Stan gave orders to have the ships171 spread out and made ready for instant use.
He stamped into the briefing room and grinned at his boys. They grinned back and he briefly complimented them on their work. The boy from Texas stepped up to Stan and saluted.
“You were sure right about Munson. He turned out to be a rat.”
“Who got him?” Stan asked. “I had hoped he would be mine, but I never got close to him.”
“Sure, an’ I dived for him,” O’Malley said.
“You jumped the gun, Irisher, and got in my way,” the boy from Texas complained.
“’Twas only by the half of a second,” O’Malley countered. “I had the spalpeen in me sights. He was my meat.”
“What happened?” Allison asked with a smile.
“I went down on him, but he wasn’t there. I’m thinkin’ he found a tree to get under.” O’Malley shook his head sadly.
“We’ll get him yet,” Stan said. “I aim to settle with him personally.” He looked at the briefing captain and his tone changed.172 “We lost Kirby. I do not know whether he took to his silk or not.”
They tramped into the mess and half of them turned in for breakfast. The other half remained ready for an alarm. O’Malley was greatly upset because he was drawn49 for duty and could not eat.
The Chinese cook was elated. He had only a few English words at his command, but the boys could tell by the way he waved his carving50 knife and jumped up and down that he was a pleased Chinese cook. The kitchen helpers had told him about the raid.
After breakfast Stan was very busy. His new job called for a lot of work besides flying. He did not aim to let anyone take over in his place. There would be no more instructors51 in the squadron. When he missed a flight because he was checking supplies and parts, he considered resigning.
Headquarters ended any hopes he had of being let go back into the line. He was now Colonel Wilson and he had to stay that way.
The whole personnel at the base had to pitch in and work hard after the big raid. Planes were scarce and so were repair parts.173 Ammunition had to be rationed52 and so did gasoline. Patrols went out under Allison to check the damage done.
Allison reported that the raid had been costly53 for the Japs. He felt, however, that the enemy was still able to maintain a strong force at the village. Bombs and ammunition were too scarce to allow another raid. There were no ground troops to send out. Stan listened to the Chinese colonel as he explained it.
“Today we fight here near Rangoon. Perhaps next week, next month we will be at Lashio or even deep in China. We can only do the best possible with what we have to use.”
On the third day after the raid an orderly ushered54 a ragged man into Stan’s little office. Stan jumped to his feet, completely forgetting his dignity.
“Kirby! You lucky dog!” he shouted.
Kirby saluted and a weary smile came to his lips. “Kirby reporting for active duty, sir,” he said.
“Sit down. Active duty, my eye. You have to be fed and get some rest.” He174 leaned forward. “Tell me, how did you get back?”
Kirby seated himself. “I hit silk and floated into a clearing. It turned out I had landed on a field where a fellow keeps his elephants. Before I could get untangled a lot of brown men were on me.”
Stan grinned widely. He knew just what had happened to Kirby.
“They dumped me into a stockade55 along with a lot of Thailanders. I crawled through a hole I made in the stockade, borrowed a gun from one of the guards, and came home.” Kirby took a deep breath. “And am I glad to be here!”
“Good work,” Stan said. “I’ll have a ship for you as soon as you are rested.”
“I met a friend of yours,” Kirby said. “She had been tossed into the stockade for helping56 you get away. It seems her number is up. She’s to be shot.”
“Niva?” Stan asked.
“Yes,” Kirby answered and his smile changed to a frown. “That rat, Munson, came out to the stockade several times. He sentenced me to be shot and the way he175 talked to that girl made me want to get my hands on him. I think he’s just holding her there to torture her. He blames her for upsetting all of his slick plans.”
Stan’s lips pulled into a tight line. He sat very straight behind his desk and there was an icy gleam in his eyes.
“Thanks, Major Kirby,” he said. “Now run along and get some rest. I have some important work to do.”
Kirby got to his feet and saluted. “I’ll be ready for combat duty tomorrow, sir,” he said.
“You will not. Now get out,” Stan said gruffly.
He watched Kirby walk wearily out of the door. He was not seeing the slender boy, he was seeing instead a slender girl bending toward him, whispering a single word, “dacoit.” He stood for a long time studying the map on his wall. It was an accurate map of the area, and the temple and the Japanese base were well outlined on it.
Taking the map from the wall he folded it and shoved it into his pocket. He went across to the barracks to Kirby’s room.176 Kirby was already half-asleep, lying fully20 dressed across his bunk57.
“Sorry to disturb you, Kirby,” he said.
“No trouble at all, sir,” Kirby said as he sat up.
Stan spread the map on the bunk. “Can you mark the location of that stockade on this map? If you remember any other landmarks58, I’d like to have them, too.”
“Sure,” Kirby answered. He took the blue pencil Stan handed him and marked the location of the stockade, the wooded areas and the buildings he had seen. He added the guard’s billet and the machine-gun nests he had had to avoid.
“Thanks, Major,” Stan said as he folded the map. “This is valuable information to me.”
Kirby grinned but said nothing.
“And it is confidential,” Stan added.
“Yes, sir,” Kirby answered as he lay back on the bunk.
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