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...with oratory, punctuated by invocations of God and the flag, pounding his fist in his palm, swinging his arms in great sweeping gestures. Blond, burly John Gunther, master of the technique of sit-'em -in -the -chair -and -pace -'em -to-death interviewing, met Field Marshal Mac-Arthur, wound up limp in his seat while MacArthur paced roaring on. Always his thesis was the same: the Philippines could be defended, and by God, they would be defended...
MacArthur's Command. To his new command, MacArthur brought a dowry of Filipino loyalty. Relations between Filipinos and the U.S. Army in the Philippines had hitherto been only cordial. But Mac-Arthur, who had created the Philippine Army, trusted it and could command it as he wished. "I know a fighting army when I see one," he had said, "and these men are a fighting army...
...into the night at his Manila headquarters, moving troops about the map, gauging, speculating, ordering. "Well, slaves," he cheerily remarked once to his sweating staff, "I'm going home to eat." Now & then he appeared around town, letting the people be reassured by his presence. Douglas Mac-Arthur, with his innate sense of drama, knew that he was in dead center of the stage, and enjoyed...
...plane called F for Freddie and its crew of six. Theirs is an ominous journey-through cotton-wool clouds, across rivers like threads of dirty tinsel, above the grey, night-hung earth. The pilot-captain talks with his crew over the intercommunicating phone. To his Scottish navigator: "Hey, Mac, where are we now, as if you'd know?" Mac, indignantly: "I ken fine where we are. We're approaching Karlsruhe-famous for its breweries, you know." "O.K., let's go down and smell its breath." Over the target the mood changes. Flak (antiaircraft) and tracers zoom upward...
...plane goes into a steep dive and Mac, his eye to the bombsight, takes command: "Right a bit. Left a bit. Steady at that!" Four bombs are short, but the fifth, a 1,000-pounder, whangs the target with an explosion that drowns the plane in white light. Twisting and turning to get out of the searchlights, F for Freddie heads for the Channel and home...