Article January 3, 1948 Issue

HAPPY LANDINGS

JOHN LAWRENCE DIER

"If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea; even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me." Like a hymn of gratitude these beautiful words from the one hundred and thirty-ninth Psalm sang in the consciousness of one of the passengers in an overseas transport plane as the first morning light flooded the horizon.

The evening before they had taken off from a Brazilian airport; soon they would land at one of the intermediate airfields for refreshment and refueling—then home!

Presently the field came into view, and, as the plane circled, safety belts were fastened in preparation for the landing. A message was relayed back from the pilot: "The field has radioed that the ground mist is too thick for us to land; we'll have to fly around until the ground is clear." This ruling caused dismay among the veterans who, returning from the Far East, were by now counting the minutes until their arrival on home soil. Their impatience with the precautionary measure was increased by the fact that to them, high above, every detail of the landing field and the airport buildings was perfectly visible, with little or no evidence of any obstructing mist.

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