As he hacked a path through the jungles, Lieut. Stanley William Akers whistled. Two days before, he had bailed out of a crippled U.S. Army transport. Twice he had escaped from quicksands. Tomorrow, according to his compass calculations, he should reach an Allied base.
Akers chopped through a bamboo thicket, came face to face with a bull elephant, trunk raised, tusks outthrust. The beast charged, hooking viciously with a tusk, knocked the pilot beneath a bush. Stunned and suffering from a deep wound, Akers eventually regained consciousness. That night he slept under a tree. Late the next morning he dragged himself to...
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