Secret Warriors (Men at War 2)

"I came with evil designs on your body," he said. Sarah met his eyes.

He means that. He came hoping for a quick piece of ass, and was instead presented with his child. But that is not important. I am not offended, or hurt. He didn't know, and he came. That is enough.

"He's usually sound asleep at half past five," she said.

"And he sleeps like a log until it's time to feed him again." He was strangely excited. He recognized it as sexual excitement. What the hell.

What's wrong with that? "We'll have to get rid of Ann," he said. "If she can't hear the baby cry, she couldn't hear us," Sarah said.

100 19 W.K.B. GRIFFIX She saw the surprise on his face and added: "I've been thinking about you that way, too. Does that shock you?"

"I don't think anything will ever shock me again," Bitter said.

Lieutenant Commander Edwin H. Bitter, USN, and Miss Sarah Child were united in matrimony seventy-two hours after he learned that he was a father. There were two ceremonies, the first in the chambers of judge Braxton Fogg of the U.S. Circuit Court for the Tennessee District.

Before going on the bench, judge Fogg had represented the Chandler H.

Bitter Company, Commodities Brokers, in Memphis and become a close friend of Chandler H. Bitter. judge Fogg was pleased to be able to be of service, and between judge Fogg and Miss Ann Chambers it was arranged to keep the news of the wedding from being released to-more important, published in-the Memphis Advocate, or any other newspaper.

Both the father of the groom and Joseph Schild, the father of the bride, agreed that the important thing was that Ed had come home alive to assume-if a little late-his role as husband and father. The story, it was agreed between them, to be given out was that Sarah and Ed had been secretly married before Ed had gone off to the Flying Tigers.

It would have been better if Sarah had been willing to divulge the name of the father before now, so that story could have been circulated earlier, but there was nothing that could be done about that now.

Mr. Schild confided in Mr. and Mrs. Bitter the unfortunate reaction his wife had had upon learning that her only daughter was pregnant, and told them that she was again in the Institute of Living in Hartford.

He was of course desperate to do anything that might help her.

Could Chandler Bitter and his wife possibly see their way clear to participating in a Hebrew wedding ceremony, photographs of which would be taken and shown to Mrs. Schild? Together with photographs of the married couple with their child?

A second wedding ceremony was performed by Rabbi Mo she Teitelbaum in Memphis's Congregation Beth Sholoin. Wearing hastily rented formal clothing, Mr. Schild gave his bride to marriage to Commander Bit AM ter, whose father served as his best man. Miss Ann Chambers served both as bridesmaid and supervisor of wedding photography. It was the first time Commander Bitter, his parents, or Miss Chambers had ever been in a Hebrew place of worship.

TWO I Haugarit Newark Airport Newark, New Jersey June a5, 194a Dick Canidy was standing in the fuselage of a Curtiss Wright CW-20 airplane (military designation C-46 Commando) wearing oil-stained mechanic's coveralls. He had come up to Newark from Summer Place in Deal on a New Jersey Central Railroad commuter train in a business suit, taken a Public Service bus to the airport, walked to Hangar 17, and changed into the coveralls, He had made the same trip every day for the past four days. d overalls, were with him inside Two men, also wearing grease-stame s room, in addi the cavernous main compartment of the C-46-there wa tion to general cargo, for 40 fully equipped troops, or 33 stretchers, or five Wright R-3350 engines, or their equivalent weight of other goods. One of them was an airframe mechanic on loan from Pan American Airways, and the other was Colonel Charles Augustus "Lucky Lindy" Lindbergh, U.S. Army Air Corps Reserve, Inactive, the first man to have flown solo across the Atlantic Ocean. Come up with a

Lindbergh and the airframe mechanic were trying to c el-carrying capacity simple, reliable means of augmenting the C-46's fu tisoned in the air. The no

rmal range with auxiliary tanks that could be jet of the C-46-1,170 miles at 180 knots-was not going to be enough for the mission planned. ad been initially in the very pres Canidy no longer felt as awed as he hence of Lindbergh. For one thing, Lindbergh didn't act like a colonel, much less like one of the most famous and admired men in the world. The lanky aviator Lindbergh had made it almost immediately plain that since Canidy was another flier, he was thus a brother. He had then proved, in a number of small ways, that he meant what he said. Canidy had shared a dozen cold and soggy hot dogs with the tall, shy hero. Twice, wearing Pan American coveralls, Lindbergh had walked the half mile to the terminal to buy them himself.

He had not been recognized. He looked like just one more airplane mechanic trying to fix a broken bird. That was not to say that Canidy had grown entirely comfortable around Lindbergh. He hadn't been sure what to call him, for one thing. He certainly couldn't call him Slim, and-considering President Roosevelt's refusal to call Colonel Lindbergh to active duty he wasn't sure how Lindbergh would react to being called Colonel. Finally, toward the end of their first day together, he had gathered his courage and asked him what he would like to be called.

"How about Slim?" Lindbergh said. "I don't think I could do that," Canidy said. "Well, then, Major, call me Colonel if that's more comfortable for you. "Colonel," Canidy blurted, "I'm not a major. I'm not really in the Air Corps. I'm just wearing the uniform. Lindbergh hadn't liked that.

"It was Colonel Donovan's idea," Canidy said. "1 see," Lindbergh said.

After the first day, Canidy had not worn the major's uniform. And two days later, when he walked into the Pan American hangar at Newark Airport, he knew from the look on Lindbergh's face that he had offended him. "Mr. Canidy," Lindbergh greeted him, as someone who will probably never again wear a uniform, who has never heard a shot fired in anger, I feel a little foolish being called Colonel by the first ace in the American Volunteer Group. Why didn't you tell me about that?"

Canidy shrugged uncomfortably. "Well, from now on it's Slim and Dick," Lindbergh said.

"All right?"

"Yes, Sir," Canidy said. He still could not bring himself to call Lindbergh Slim. Connecting one casually dropped fact with another, he learned that Lindbergh had personally laid out, then flown himself, most of Pan American long-distance flight routes in South America and across the Atlantic and Pacific oceans, and that he had an awesome amount of experience with all of the Sikorsky amphibians and seaplanes Pan Am used. But Lindbergh had already concluded that large commercial seaplane transports had outlived their usefulness. "I think," he told Canidy over a hot dog and a Coke, "that we've already reached the point of diminishing return in seaplane design. The engines-to avoid ingesting water on takeoff or landing-have to he placed very high. To mount them that far above the water, we can't use aerodynamically efficient wings and engine locations. And if we make these planes any larger, we will have to make their hulls correspondingly stronger, and the weight penalty there is too high. "There's no question in my mind that the next step in transoceanic flight is going to he an aerodynamically efficient airframe, designed for flight at very high altitude. Howard Hughes showed me some preliminary drawings of a really beautiful airplane that will carry seventy people at thirty thousand feet at nearly four hundred miles an hour for three thousand miles. The big leap forward will come when they come up with a reliable jet engine. With jets, transport aircraft will actually approach the speed of sound." Canidy, who had heard only the most vague references to jet engines, said so, and was astonished to learn from Lindbergh that both the English and the Germans had test-flown jet-powered aircraft. Lindbergh had already rejected Donovan's notion that a seaplane, one of Pan American's Sikorskys, be borrowed for the long-distance cargo flight he wanted. And Lindbergh also had quickly deduced where that flight was headed. "Bill Donovan won't tell me where this flight is going," Lindbergh said, "and if you know, I suppose you cant tell me either. But unless you tell me it's a waste of my time, I'm going to work on the idea that it's probably some place on the west coast of Africa."

"I really don't know," Canidy had told him. Lindbergh shrugged.

"And since there is some question about where my sympathies lie in this war, I don't suppose I'll be asked to fly this mission. That means, I suppose, that you will."

"I don't know that, either," Canidy said. "Hub!" Lindbergh snorted, and then went on: "Well, we'll proceed on the notion that you'll be flying it."

"I really don't know, Colonel," Canidy pursued.