While put-putting over Italian battlefields in his Piper Cub, bored Artillery Observer Lieut. Arley Wilson used to dream great dreams for his hummingbird plane. Occasionally he strafed Germans with his .45 automatic, or dropped leaflets urging them to surrender to his "superior air forces." Last week he organized a bombing mission.
Eight Piper Cubs flew across German lines on Mt. Ceracoli. Over the target their pilots solemnly pushed out a few five-gallon tins of gasoline, circled to see what would happen. As they had reckoned, nothing much did. An enemy-held tree burst...
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