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 We fought in countries overseas, some of them quite far. I always thought I was the best, I out flew all the rest. But just ahead fate planned for me the final acid test. We'd been assigned to fly the Burma Hump and bomb the Japs. Another tour of duty might have been more safe, perhaps. The violent storms and altitude to many brought great fears But I'd become accustomed having flown "the hump" three years. I needed just three missions more then I'd be on relief So long ago it started-now the time ahead seemed brief. Most thought I felt that I was far beyond all circumstance, But now so near the end I didn't want to take a chance. The base commander knew my situation...I was blessed, He picked three easy missions, but just one would be my test. They asked for volunteers to fly the hump and drop supplies This easy mission only needed me and two more guys. One guy would be co-pilot, one would navigate, I'd fly. We loaded up and then took off to meet a cloudless sky. But after just an hour or two a storm broke out so fierce, We buckled up and plunged ahead-the storm we had to pierce. Then all at once two zero"s came from nowhere, it had seemed. My navigator manned the gun and bullets at them streamed. He hadn't shot in quite a while and didn't hit a thing, Their bullets riddled in and then I felt the hot lead sting.  |
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The bullet that had pierced his skull he didn't even feel. The Navigator-Gunner in a pool of blood now lay, Hopelessly in desperation....I began to pray. Then all at once the sky was lit as lightening flared and flashed. Both attacking planes were struck and quickly downward crashed. My starboard engine now in flames-I too began to plunge, My arm and shoulder were a mangled, shattered, bloody mess. I couldn't hold the wheel and felt a lonely hopelessness. There seemed no possible hope-I felt my eyes fill up with tears, When unknown power began to move the pedals, wheel, and gears. The storm calmed down, the plane flew smooth, though now miles off our course, It banked and headed south, still guided by some unknown force. I sat there trembling, praying-didn't know just what to do. To my surprise there came a tiny airfield into view. We made a slow descent and landed better than I could, And as the doorway didn't open as they thought it should, The ground crew came inside and found a sight beyond belief. They rushed me to the clinic, where my consciousness was brief, I later heard that my report was slightly re-arranged. They'd not accept the things I told-to them it seemed too strange. Now often times in retrospect-across the skies I stare, God is still my Co-pilot....and I know that He was there. |
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