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Colonels Mallory and Duckworth set up rules: No man could become an instructor until he had six months' experience as a pilot, 300 hours on a twin-engine plane, two hours' cockpit instrument checking...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: AIR: Teaching the Teachers | 11/30/1942 | See Source »

...bombs were falling. Low-swooping Zeros spattered bullets into grounded U.S. fighter planes and transports. Lieut. Joe Walker was barely off the ground when Zeros attacked, forced him to hedgehop across tea plantations to escape into the mountains. Another P-40 pilot, unable to take off, sat in his cockpit until a Zero set his plane afire and forced him to run for it. Two American Negro workers mounted a machine gun without cover on a runway, blazed away furiously at the zooming Zeros...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: World Battlefronts: Back to Burma | 11/9/1942 | See Source »

...mission to pick up an American flyer who had been shot down over the ocean. When his plane hit the waves it flopped over and sank. Hersey was strapped down to his seat with a parachute and a safety belt and had to climb out of the upside-down cockpit eight feet under water. And as if that wasn't enough for one day, the plane that brought him back to Guadalcanal skidded off the runway and piled up in the coral-crusty...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: A Letter From The Publisher, Nov. 2, 1942 | 11/2/1942 | See Source »

Winston Burdett of CBS stood huddled in the cockpit of his plane, between the pilots. "Far below us lay the blue sheet of the Mediterranean and off to the right we saw the coast of Greece, barren and beautiful, with jagged mountains cutting down...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: World Battlefronts: U.S. CORRESPONDENTS BOMB GREEK HARBOR | 10/19/1942 | See Source »

...take off, so we ran across the primitive flying field to the already warming plane in which I was acting radioman. He laid his topee carefully on a palm stump so the slipstream wouldn't blow it off and climbed up on the wing beside my cockpit. 'So long!' he yelled above the roar of the motor. 'See you in Honolulu sometime.' Then he climbed down and stood for a few seconds with his head hanging in that quizzical way of his, his eyes looking up. Suddenly he clambered up on the wing again...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: A Letter From The Publisher, Oct. 12, 1942 | 10/12/1942 | See Source »

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