이것이 전쟁이다! streamers of fire jumped out from under the jet and I shot my picture, then folded into the seat as Samways yanked the jet back into the sky just before hitting the trees. We were going over six hundred miles an hour. The earth and sky, life and death, all that is and ever had been was crushing me lower and lower toward the floor of the cockpit and showering thunderbolts over my head and shoulders and down along my spine. Sweat burst out all over my body, not as sweat usually is, but in rushing rivers which drenched my clothes, soaked the parachute and filled my eyes with burning tears. And, as I was forced down, I kept telling myself, “Miss the stick, please, let me miss the stick.” Then as the plane leveled off and the vise began to release me, I managed to raise my head slightly and saw that glittering gems of canary-colored liquid were splashing down upon my knees and safety belt, where they lay shimmering. Others escaped through my clenched teeth and from my nose, and I thought to myself, “But these are priceless and very beautiful but should stay deep inside of me for they are what make me tick. Something secret must have broken…These are its melted parts.” I was not ill, nor were these gems priceless. In its agony and protest my body had simply reacted within the limits of human agitation and had driven its bile back along my system. Samways tailed up to the second jet even as the observer chortled soft Dixie profanities to himself while watching the tank explode when the rockets hit it. That second attack was just like the first except that we had bad luck. Samways had our jet so close I could not see the other planes' wingtips in the camera viewfinder. But then, after holding the jet in perfect position all the way through the attack, the rockets were not fired. We had just leveled off again after whistling across the road when the rockets hit flamed and roared away into the nearby hills. The fuses had bung up, making the whole broadside misfire. Number 3 plane jumped an ammo truck which was dodging down another side road. He waited a moment for us, then, fearing that the truck might escape into the protection of deep gullies, flipped over into attack position, went into his dive Ⅲ. Korea 1950 l 35
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