The following illustrated story on Robert L. Scott is from the February 1944 issue of True Comics published through Parents' Magazine Press, New York. In an abbreviated sort of way it pretty much cuts to the quick Scott's early history and background, at least up to the time of the magazine's publication in 1944. The first few paragraphs that follow are provided through the courtesy of the Airman's Index as found in the online museum of Aviation History, linked below, filling in the blanks by elaborating on the illustrated version and going into post 1944 followed then by a clarification or talk-out of how Scott fit in with his sometime controversial or dubious role under the auspices of the Flying Tigers:
Robert Scott's story is one of the classic tales of World War II. He had always wanted to be a fighter pilot, but when war came along he was told he was too old. He was training other pilots when he heard that some B-17 Flying Fortresses were being sent on a secret mission to the Far East. Scott volunteered, though he had never flown a B-17. He was sure the Fortresses would take him close to Chennault.
Originally the Fortresses were to bomb Japan from China, and then fly on to the Philippines. But the Philippines fell and the B-17s had no place to land, so the mission was canceled at the last minute. Instead, Scott found himself flying supplies to Chennault from India, over the high and dangerous Himalaya Mountains. In no time Bob Scott talked Chennault into letting him fly a P-40 to help protect the transport planes flying over "The Hump."
When he wasn't escorting the transports, the P-40 was his to do with as he pleased. On his own, Scott began a one-man war against the Japanese on the Burma Road. He even had the propeller spinner on his Tomahawk, which he named "Old Exterminator," painted a different color each day so the Japanese would think that a whole squadron of planes was strafing them. On some days he flew as many as five missions. When he could, Bob Scott also flew combat missions as a wingman with the Flying Tigers.(see)
Besides all of the kudos and successes granted and earned in the military and his documented and proven skill as a fighter pilot, Scott was also a prolific and well received author of close to a dozen books. His first book, God Is My Co-Pilot, a biography, was written in 1943 while still in the heat of war. It was not only a best seller, but also made into a highly successful motion picture of the same name. His second book, Damned to Glory is filled with chapter after chapter circulating around various experiences and stories of others, almost all of them having to do with P-40s in some fashion.
The original aircraft-based military unit that was formed and eventually became known as the Flying Tigers stemmed from an organization called the American Volunteer Group, or the A.V.G., given the name "Flying Tigers" basically by and through the press somewhat after the fact. The A.V.G. wasn't an American military machine at all, but actually part of Chiang Kai-shek's Nationalist Chinese Air Force, put into place to counteract the Japanese invasion of China after the Japanese had all but decimated the Chinese Air Force. American air-veteran Gen. Claire L. Chennault was hand-picked by Chiang Kai-shek to reconstitute what was left of his air force. To do so Chennault needed pilots and planes to intercept and stop the Japanese heavy bombers that were devastating the whole of the country as well as eliminate their fighter escorts. Chennault was able to put his hands on nearly 100 brand new Curtiss Wright P-40s said to still be in crates redirected to China that had been designated for use by some other country and some other purpose. The thing is, once he had the planes he didn't have anybody capable or able to fly them.
A program was designed and put into place to hire experienced and trained American pilots, preferably on current active military duty, ensuring a certain already established set of standards in quality as well as falling within a certain age-group bracket and being physically fit. It was arranged so Army Air Force, Navy and Marine pilots could resign their commissions and after being hired by their employer of record, the Central Aircraft Manufacturing Company (CAMCO), a company that was initially established to teach the Chinese how to build airplanes, become members of the A.V.G. So too, when their contract was over they could return to their previous military positions without any adverse affect on their rank or stature.
Below is the second page of a seven page illustrated story published in Real Heroes, No. 7, November 1942 titled "Chennault and his Flying Tigers," linked below. In it you can see Chennault is depicted as going around to various air fields in an attempt to recruit pilots. One of the guys says, "What do you think leatherneck --- how about joining up the the American Volunteer Group?" Leatherneck of course referring to a U.S. Marine with the American Volunteer Group being the Flying Tigers. Then the story goes on to say that in the summer of 1941 young men from America began arriving in the Far East as "tourists." Other Americans came as "artists." Soon scores of American "tourists," "acrobats," and "artists" began to report to General Chennault's training center. Even Greg Boyington, arriving late to the group resigned his commission with the Marines. Scott did none of that:
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CLAIRE CHENNAULT AND HIS FLYING TIGERS
So said, we now come back to Robert L. Scott, Jr. and how, where, and if, when it came to the Flying Tigers, he fit in. Scott was a fully accredited commissioned officer in the United States Army Air Force with the rank of Colonel. Never under any circumstance did he resign his commission to work for or be hired by CAMCO, hence he NEVER was nor could he have ever been, a signed on the bottom line contract member of the A.V.G. Most historians and aficionados of the Flying Tigers agree if such was the case with anybody, they would not be considered to be or have been a Flying Tiger.
Some, mostly Scott supporters, say all of that is nit picking. His record speaks for itself. Looking at it a little closer, if you remember from the above Chennault "gave" Scott a P-40 to protect the transport planes flying over "The Hump." He in turn painted his own Flying Tiger shark teeth on the P-40 loaned him, making it in effect, at least in looks, a Flying Tiger. On his own, that is without assist by the A.V.G., he began a one-man war against the Japanese on the Burma Road. He also, when he could, flew combat missions as a wing man with the Flying Tigers, with none of those flying activities or others being an ordained member of the A.V.G. He did, however, or so it would appear, readily receive fuel, ammunition, maintenance, food, housing, and logistics without hindrance from the A.V.G., indicating a strong proprietary interest by them and what he did. In the end, not giving up his commission and sticking around paid off really well for Scott.. As a fully accredited member of the United States Army Air Force --- while any and all members of the A.V.G. were not --- he was. especially so as a Colonel, in the right place at the right time to be appointed by Chennault to head up the Air Force replacement for the Flying Tigers. That replacement group took on the look and all the trappings of the Flying Tigers, but was NOT the Flying Tigers. Matter of fact only about five of the original members of the A.V.G. stayed on with the new group.
If you notice in the opening graphic at the top of the page it depicts Scott with a couple of crewmen loading ammunition into his P-40 of which the wing is clearly marked with a USAAF insignia. It isn't likely that Scott in the role of "wingman" on missions with the A.V.G. or on his own rogue runs against the Burma Road would have used an aircraft marked such that it could be identified as being an American fighter flown by an American aviator. The illustrated story shows a P-40, presumed to be Scott's, as having Nationalist Chinese markings on the wings and fuselage. Either way it was fairly obvious to all parties involved what was going on. After all, the previous illustrated page just above showing Chennault recruiting acrobats and artists for the A.V.G. was published in November 1942. It would have been pretty easy for any Japanese spy worth his salt or soy sauce to have run into Tojo's office with a rolled up copy of the comic book and shown him what was going on.
On July 4, 1942, the A.V.G. contract with the Chinese government was over and most of the original Flying Tigers contingent departed for greener pastures. Chennault returned to the USAAF and requested Scott to take command of the 23rd Fighter Group, which in a slight slight of hand, in effect replaced the original Flying Tigers. Scott, who had grow fond of the specific P-40 Chennault had loaned him, was determined to keep it. Technically it was owned by the Chinese government. Scott solved the problem by taking a newly arrived P-40 and swapping out the tail numbers with his, continuing to fly his original Old Exterminator until it got so shot up during a mission it was beyond repair and ended up being used for spare parts.(see)
Any of you who have read my works on the Flying Tigers know I speak fairly highly of Olga Greenlaw who had been with the Flying Tigers from day one. Olga, whose husband was second in command of the Flying Tigers under Chennault, wrote a book titled Lady and the Tigers that was published in 1943 right after the Tigers were disbanded but with the war still raging. A couple of years after the war had ended, while I was still a young boy, the woman who was to become my Stepmother, and personally knew Olga Greenlaw, gave me a copy of the book of which I read over-and-over almost to a point that in regards to the Flying Tigers it was like a bible to me. Olga, never one to mince words, makes mention of Robert L. Scott in her book on several occasions and, even though when it came to the Flying Tigers I always personally thought of him as sort of a carpetbagger, nowhere does she say anything unflattering about him. My take away is that even though he wasn't a Flying Tiger in the classical sense, i.e., an avowed signed-contract resigned his commission member of the A.V.G., it didn't seem to matter much to her or the rest of the unit. If it did, it either didn't come to her attention or if it did she didn't think it was worth writing about.
Scott was born in 1908 making him 10 years old just at the end of World War I. Airplanes had come into their own being during the war and him being eight years old or so when the U.S. entered the fracas on a formal basis he had a full two years of boyhood input of airplanes becoming dominant in warfare. After the war the whole countryside was filled with out of work pilots barnstorming all over the place. The prefect environment for a young boy to be bitten by the "flying bug."
If you look at the two bottom panels of the first page of the illustrated story above you will see where the young Scott, a few years after the close of World War I, in Macon, Georgia is thinking to himself after having designed and built what appears to be a rather way to elaborate glider-like flying craft, "I know it'll glide today. I made the wing span five feet wider the the last time." In the opening chapter of his book "God Is My Co-Pilot" Scott writes that he and two friends pull the craft to the top of the roof of a high colonial house and running down the sloped roof with his friends holding the wing tips, flew out into space. Then he writes the wings buckled in the center, crashing sixty-seven feet to the ground --- which would infer a pretty high colonial house. The last panel of the first page shows Scott in his wrecked machine in the bushes with two women onlookers talking to each other with one saying, "That Scott boy won't be satisfied 'till he breaks his neck in one of those contraptions he's always working on!" The other responds with, "Today is his lucky day, though. Those rose bushes broke a nasty fall."
A couple of things are apparent, although not sure how much of it is artist privilege. The conversation between the two women indicates that the attempt so illustrated wasn't his first as does his "thoughts" about having increased the wing span five feet. The second thing is the closeness of the crashed craft to the house. If he was sixty-seven feet high he must have went straight down. Not much of a glide. In my works I write fairly extensively about the flying machine I built with the help of my Uncle when I was around Scott's same age. It was originally based on a Leonardo Da Vinci design, but after a few attempts, we switched over to a craft more closely resembling a Lilienthal Glider Type IX. The quote directly below is about my flight. The quote directly below the graphics is how Scott summed up his flight in an interview as found in the source so cited.
"It was only a short time after returning from the desert during the summer of 1948 --- and before school started --- that I removed the flying machine, mentioned previously above, from it's construction lair and hauled it up to the second story rooftop across the street, then, holding on for dear life, jumped off. The craft maintained the same two-story height advantage for quite some distance, but partway into the flight, instead of continuing in the direction I wanted, it began tipping lower on the right and turning. Without ailerons or maneuverable rudder controls and with inexperienced over-correcting on my part creating an adverse yaw followed by a sudden stall, the ensuing results ended with a somewhat dramatic drop, crashing into the porch and partway through the front windows of the house diagonally across the way."(source)
THE WANDERLING'S FIRST FLIGHT USED A HAND-BUILT FLYING MACHINE FROM A LILIENTHAL DESIGN
"I made a glider large enough to hold a man and decided to try to fly it from some high point. There was a very large two-story house on Napier Avenue, in Macon, owned by Mrs. Bessie Napier. I asked her if my friends and I could fly my plane from the top of her house. She naturally thought that we were referring to some small, hand-held plane. We had to hoist it up on the roof with a pulley attached to a 4-by-4 we put on the roof. I jumped off the roof strapped in the plane and managed to fly about 40 feet before the main spar broke at the point where there was a knot in the pine 2-by-4 I had used. I fell down more than 60 feet into a Cherokee rose bush."(source)
I have always felt a certain strong kinship toward Scott because I know personally how he felt as a boy, and because of it, even though as adults our times were much different and ended with wide apart experiences, I still maintain and carry an almost unbreakable back-to-childhood tie. The thing is, in those widening of experiences he went one way and I went another. It could have been war in his times or not, but where he continued to seek out machines in satisfaction to his needs I went in another direction, for example as found in:
SO, DID THE WANDERLING FLY?
Scott was big in other ways too. On the day I met the woman who would become my stepmother for the first time and she saw my avid interest in "The Lady and the Tigers" that I had removed from the shelves in her library, she loaned me her own personal signed copy as I was leaving. She also gave me a second book that dealt with P-40s titled Damned to Glory which was written by Scott. I know I don't say a lot about Damned to Glory throughout most of my works, always it seems going on-and-on about The Lady and the Tigers, but that's because most of what I write about when it comes to P-40s has to do with the Flying Tigers. Usually when I mention Scott's Damned to Glory it is in conjunction with what is typically referred to as the P-40 Ghost Ship linked below.
Where The Lady and the Tigers was almost like a bible, easily blanketing a much wider area for me regarding Flying Tigers and P-40s, Damned to Glory fulfilled a much more specific role --- a role that relentlessly kept coming back over-and-over throughout the years to haunt me until one day what happened in the book happened to me. Or at least what happened in the first chapter of the book titled "Ghost Pilot," came to haunt me, the rest of the chapters falling by the wayside, never reaching the same status, even becoming, relative to me, inconsequential in the overall scheme of things.
So said, such was not the case with Chapter One. Although there wasn't an actual straight line replication of events as those found in "Ghost Pilot" there was a straight line path of those events that led directly to me.
For those who may be so interested, a page that has additional information and background regarding Scott, also has links to a complete online PDF version of his book God Is My Co-Pilot as well as the original 1945 movie of the same name, full length black-and-white, available for free and online with no sign up. See: Col. Robert L. Scott, Jr..
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P-40 GHOST SHIP
P-40 GOOSE SHOOT
DR. MARGARET 'MOM' CHUNG
FLYING TIGER RECRUITER, ADVOCATE, PHYSICIAN
THE GHOST AND HAUNTED B-29
LT DAN ROWAN: P-40 FIGHTER PILOT
CURTISS P-40: THE OBSOLETE WAR HERO
TANGO SQUADRON AIR MUSEUM, CHIANG MAI
PEARL HARBOR P-40 GHOST SHIP
SO, DID THE WANDERLING FLY?
CONGO BILL JOINS THE FLYING TIGERS
As to the subject of donations, for those of you who may be interested in doing so as it applies to the gratefulness of my works, I invariably suggest any funds be directed toward THE WOUNDED WARRIOR PROJECT and/or THE AMERICAN RED CROSS.
"When he wasn't escorting the transports, the P-40 was his to do with as he pleased. On his own, Scott began a one-man war against the Japanese on the Burma Road. He even had the propeller spinner on his Tomahawk, which he named 'Old Exterminator,' painted a different color each day so the Japanese would think that a whole squadron of planes was strafing them. On some days he flew as many as five missions"
ABOVE GRAPHIC WITH THANKS TO:
THE LONE TIGER
AIRMAN'S INDEX OF AVIATION HISTORY
In an article written by Jamie H. Cockfield that was published in the January 1996 issue of World War II Magazine, Cockfield interviewed Robert L. Scott. In the interview Scott was asked about his P-40, "Old Exterminator" and what ever happened to it. Scott himself replied with the following:
" When I left for the States, it was given to other fliers. Later, it was partially cannibalized, but the body continued to fly. It was thought that it was indestructible, but it was shot down. The Japanese took it and displayed it in Tokyo. They thought that they had gotten me! After the war, someone bought the P-40 as an ornament for his business and for 40 years it was out in the open in front of his business. Dick Hansen of Batavia, Illinois, discovered it. He had always loved flying and he bought and restored it."(source)
In an article that appeared in the Chicago Tribune by Mamie O. Mamminga. dated September 19, 1993 titled Flights of Fancy Mamminga interviewed Dick Hansen of Batavia, Illinois, so mentioned above by Scott in reference to his P-40 "Old Exterminator." Hansen had the following to say:
"After extensive research that included trips to the Smithsonian Institution to study eight reels of microfilm of the P-40's original drawings, the gathering of needed parts from locations as diverse as Alaska and New Zealand and a financial investment that went 'well into six figures,' Hansen has resurrected his P-40 to match the first Flying Tiger Col. Robert Scott flew in the war.
"In fact, Scott, who is now 85 and living in California attended the EAA Oshkosh, Wis. last year and personally placed the five kill stickers for the number of enemy aircraft he shot down on Hansen's plane. Hansen reported that Scott was thrilled to know someone had rebuilt a P-40 to look exactly as he flew it."(source)
In the above so cited interview Scott says that right after the war someone bought the P-40 as an ornament for his business and for 40 years it was out in the open in front of his business. It was actually for 20 years, having been bought by the owner of a Flying A gas station in Everett, Washington in 1948 and displayed on the roof of his station as shown above until 1968. Two views of the restored version are shown below. Notice on the full airborne version you can just make out Colonel Scott's name along with the five kill stickers that according to the article, he himself put on the fuselage by the cockpit. The close up shows both clearly: