13: Hawks’ Thirteen Chinese Generals
Whir-r-r-r-r-r-r-r! Something had let go! The starboard engine was revving up at a terrifying rate of speed. I knew—the propeller! The pitch had flattened!
The only place I could land that heavily loaded ship was right back in the field from which I had taken off. It was close by at my left, and it was necessary to make a ninety-degree turn to effect the landing. I had only about 150 feet of altitude and could see immediately that there was going to be difficulty in making my objective. The situation was a serious one.
It was mighty serious because I had a tremendously heavy load on this occasion in China when I was demonstrating a large twin-motored bomber. On this festive day, I was putting the ship through her paces before the great Chinese Genera
