Parachuting down from a dogfight and head-on crash in the Guadalcanal sector, Lieut. Henry E. Matson opened his eyes and said: "Safe at last." Then . . .
"There I was right on the fifty-yard line of the darndest dogfight you ever saw. Zeros and American planes were thicker than flies at suppertime. They were all shooting seemed to be shooting at me. My burns weren't hurting much, but I was pretty sure they would after a while, so I pulled out my first-aid kit and had myself a shot of morphine. I worked my way down out of the...
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