If any one emotion dominated the mind of Master Sergeant Elmer C. Bender when he crawled out of his bunk on the morning of October 19, 1948, it was boredom. The sergeant, a debonair, dark-browed Marine Corps pilot, was at the U.S. Naval base at Tsingtao, China, and the Chinese, it was true, were having themselves some kind of a war only a few miles away. But it wasn't Sergeant Bender's war. He decided to get in a little flying time, asked a big, tousle-headed Navy chief electrician's mate named William C. Smith...
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