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doc#146 bending forward over the horn, he urged his mount down the meandering draw. He had
doc#146 somewhere behind. He had been sighted, and his attacker pumping shot after shot. A shot
doc#146 went wild before Cobb felt something tug at his foot. A slug had torn half of his stirrup
doc#146 tug at his foot. A slug had torn half of his stirrup-guard away. A second twitched his
doc#146 his stirrup-guard away. A second twitched his shirtsleeve, and he felt a brief burn on
doc#146 shirtsleeve, and he felt a brief burn on his upper arm. Another snarled close overhead
doc#146 </p><p> At the first shot Russ had hurled his mount to the left toward the side of the
doc#147 . Anything the enemy flew or floated was his target. Fleischman with eight was to patrol
doc#147 was to patrol the Leyte Gulf area, with his main task to get any kamikaze before they
doc#147 it as he stood on the wing and waited for his pilot. Greg climbed into the cockpit feeling
doc#147 if he had never been in one before. But his hands and those of Donovan moved automatically
doc#147 jumped off the wing. The expression was his trade-mark, his open sesame to good luck
doc#147 wing. The expression was his trade-mark, his open sesame to good luck, and his prayer
doc#147 -mark, his open sesame to good luck, and his prayer that pilot and plane would always
doc#147 out of sight, he knew Donovan would keep his back to the strip. He wondered where the
doc#147 it was bad luck for a crew chief to watch his plane take off on a combat mission. Yet
doc#147 strip, and one by one the seven members of his flight fell in behind him. The dark brown
doc#147 and muddied gray. Water splashed against his windshield as he led the flight in and
doc#147 returned. </p><p> Greg pushed the radio button on his throttle. "Todman, let's try to go under
doc#147 Sweeney", Todman called back, and pulled his four in and slightly above Greg. </p><p>