The plane, shimmering in the violent sun, circled the wastes around the airdrome, glided home and touched the earth of India. U.S. mechanics swarmed to their tasks. U.S. officers, brown in khaki tropicals, made a respectful knot a little way from the plane door, waiting. Out stepped their commander, the commander of all U.S. Air Forces in India: Major General Lewis Hyde Brereton.
General Brereton's lively brown eyes took in two familiar shapes: a pair of Flying Fortresses, in their dull camouflage, standing on the tarmac. Seventeen days had passed since he led...
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