(xxx) Robert L Frey - The Paratroopers (different from 99)

of the United States Army and the men of the US troop carrier forces who dropped them on their hold or die missions behind enemy lines. It could happen in the Philippines or the Western Front.

In Italy, anywhere are men of fighting. The paratrooper and the air transport pilot have created a new kind of aerial military warfare, putting the two dimensions of ground and air together. They're proud of their role, proud because they realize and accept the odds against a long life.

You're a Robin L. Fry of United Press? That's right, to my own time. Yep. My name is Hank Stanzberry, you're flying with me. Thanks, Vladimir. Your attention, please. Your individual maps, you'll observe. Have their drop zones not.

The course will be under Plan A. Keep formations tight. Remember, they're probably... The lives depended on those instructions. Navigators studied their maps. Radio operators made notes. Pilots un-punchously ran their fingers over their pistol holstons.

Ventures scraped on the cement floors, the men got up. The co-pilot and I walked out into the early morning air toward the giant transports. One way or round trip? That's all, one okay. Go jump for me.

I know you got a pilot, sorry. My okay, pick okay. Listen to those powerful. Sounding off, they're tough. I'm going to set it. Oh, okay. Nice, what, standing by. Okay, Sergeant. Meet Bob Fry of United Press.

He's coming along for the ride. Hello, Fry. Glad to know you, Sergeant. Excuse me. Hey Joe, I should have tried it on your life, l Hi, Mr.. How many are you going on this flight?

I'm not jumping. Do you have to go? Voluntary. Voluntary. Mr. You're nuts. All right, men. Get up, ball! Get up! The copilot and his crew went forward while the 13 paratroopers and I occupied the big barn-like interior.