Somewhere in Burma, one day last week, Wing Commander A. E. Saunders' Royal Air Force squadron sadly posted him as missing; he had been gone too many hours on his reconnaissance mission. In their wildest imaginings his men could not have pictured what had happened: all by himself, Saunders had occupied Rangoon, the great prize of the year-long battles from India's frontier.
The Commander had tooled his airplane over Rangoon, and had seen no enemy activity. Warily, he peeped at the big Japanese airfield at Mingaladon. It was empty. So he landed. By foot and by cart, he made his way...
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