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MAJOR JAMES KASLER, ace U.S. Air Force pilot, flew back into danger to help a buddy, and was last heard reporting: "My leg is broken." See THE WORLD...
Along with his aggressiveness, U.S. Air Force Major James Kasler has always been admired for fierce loyalty to his buddies in time of trouble. "I know if I get in a jam," said a fellow pilot recently, "I'm going to get help. I can depend on Kasler." Last week loyalty brought disaster to Jim Kasler, the "one-man Air Force" who was fast becoming the most famous pilot over-North Viet Nam (TIME...
Yellow Birds. Typical of the breed-and to many the hottest pilot-is U.S. Air Force Major James Kasler, 40, of Indianapolis, who is dubbed by his wingmates a "one-man Air Force." A World War II tail gunner and six-kill ace in Korea, Kasler in five months of flying missions over the North has limped home four times with his F-105 riddled by flak or MIGs, has seen 30 SAM missiles ("They're long, very slender and a dirty-yellow color") zoom up in his vicinity, tangled in the longest dogfight with MIGs thus...
...forte is the fine art of target spotting-the No. 1 challenge of a war in which U.S. airmen, in contrast to World War II's saturation-bombing of sprawling cities, must search out isolated objectives against a foe supremely skilled at camouflage. Says a fellow pilot of Kasler: "He is part hawk." Blue-eyed Kasler has his own explanation of the job. "When you know where to look for ground targets," says he, "suddenly they start popping into your vision. When you look at rivers, you are looking for camouflaged boats under overhanging trees. You look for roads...
Fluttering high above the craggy mountains and lush rolling hills in northern Thailand, the tiny, single-engine aircraft picked its way through the mist, in search of a village airstrip. "I think that's it," the pilot shouted to a companion over the whine of the engine. Dipping down through the clouds, the plane came in at treetop level, then bounced into a 700-ft. clearing. Eager tribeswomen in turbans and blue-striped frocks rushed toward the visitors, smiling through betel-stained teeth. Their menfolk set about happily unloading medicine, food, seed and other supplies. "This...