For a few minutes Major James Harold ("Jimmy") Doolittle made his plane roar through the still clear air above the Mojave Desert. He paused at Albuquerque, again at Kansas City, zoomed above more nickering towns, fields and villages, landed in a splash of mud at Cleveland. There were thunderstorms between Cleveland and Newark. He crouched in his cockpit while the rain scarred the edges of the wings. When he landed his tiny secretly built Laird biplane in Newark, 11 hr. 16 min. and 10 sec. after his first take-off Major Doolittle had...
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