Life was getting dull for the fighter boys in Assam. They had been stationed there since last summer to protect the air supply line to China.
Aside from easy strafing missions against locomotives and bridges in Burma, there was not much to do except play badminton, lounge on big airy porches in the old stilted tea planters' houses, and stare out across the endless sultry tea fields. The enlisted men took to teaching Assamese kids American. They all wished the Japs would attack. Their C.O., Colonel Homer Leroy Sanders, had said: "If the Japs come over, all they will need is...
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