Double Ace: The Life of Robert Lee Scott Jr., Pilot, Hero, and Teller of Tall Tales
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In Double Ace, veteran biographer Robert Coram, himself a Georgia man, provides readers with an unprecedented look at the defining characteristics that made Robert Lee Scott a uniquely American hero.
Robert Lee Scott ("Scotty") was larger than life. A decorated Eagle Scout who barely graduated from high school, the young man from Macon, Georgia, with an oversize personality used dogged determination to achieve his childhood dream of becoming a famed fighter pilot.
First capturing national attention during World War II, Scott, a West Point graduate, flew missions in China alongside the legendary "Flying Tigers," where his reckless courage and victories against the enemy made headlines. Upon returning home, Scott's memoir, brashly titled God is My Co-Pilot, became an instant bestseller, a successful film, and one of the most important books of its time. Later in life, as a retired military general, Scott continued to add to his list of accomplishments. He traveled the entire length of China's Great Wall and helped found Georgia's Museum of Aviation, which still welcomes 400,000 annual visitors.
Yet Scott's life was not without difficulty. His single-minded pursuit of greatness was offset by debilitating bouts of depression, and his brashness placed him at odds with superior officers, wreaking havoc on his career. What wealth he gained he squandered, and his numerous public affairs destroyed his relationships with his wife and child.
Backed by meticulous research, Double Ace brings Scott's uniquely American character to life and captures his fascinating exploits as a national hero alongside his frustrating foibles.
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781466835429 |
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| Publisher: | St. Martin's Publishing Group |
| Publication date: | 08/23/2016 |
| Sold by: | Macmillan |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 336 |
| File size: | 1 MB |
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Double Ace
The Life of Robert Lee Scott Jr., Pilot, Hero, and Teller of Tall Tales
By Robert Coram
St. Martin's Press
Copyright © 2016 Robert CoramAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4668-3542-9
CHAPTER 1
GEORGIA BOY
Few men have ever known their life's work at such an early age or with such unwavering certitude as did Robert Lee Scott Jr. He was not quite four years old that warm morning of October 19, 1911, when he stood on the ground of Central City Park in Macon, squeezed his mother's hand, and stared with unblinking eyes at the jumbled wreckage of a small fabric-covered airplane and the broken body of its pilot.
The dead pilot was twenty-six-year-old Eugene Ely, the first man to fly an airplane off a U.S. Navy ship and the first to land on one, now a barnstormer and one of the most famous aviators in America. A few days earlier, to draw crowds for his performance at the state fair, he flew his Curtiss biplane low over Macon, the first man ever to fly over the city, according to the Macon Telegraph. After Ely's first performance on Saturday, the Telegraph wrote that the "Aviator Catapulted his Cloud-Cleaver into Convolutions" above the crowd with "apparently a most reckless disregard of safety."
The newspaper story, and the fact that Monday was Farmer's Day at the fair — a day that drew a larger than usual crowd for the livestock sales — pulled in several thousand spectators. Ely was scheduled to make three flights that day, and he had promised an even more exciting exhibition than he had flown on Saturday.
The sky was clean and clear and perfect for flying. The park was filled with women in white dresses and men in suits and lots of neatly dressed young people all waiting to see Ely perform his famous "ocean wave" maneuver. When Ely had flown off of the USS Birmingham he had dipped so close to the surface of the water that his propeller blew up a big cloud of spray into which his aircraft almost disappeared. The finale of Ely's barnstorming act sought to replicate that maneuver. He would dive his aircraft toward a declivity or behind a mound of dirt and seemingly disappear only to emerge triumphantly, engine roaring, as he clawed for the sky.
But on this day Ely misjudged time and distance and botched the delicate equation of when he should pull out of his dive. He stalled, crashed, and broke his neck. His death would be a national story.
Scott's mother, Ola Burckhalter Scott, did not believe in shielding her son from the tragedies of life. Other than Sherman's visit, this was the biggest thing ever to happen in Macon, and if Rob wanted to look at Ely's body, if he wanted to watch his neighbors take Ely's gloves and tie and belt and shoes and even pieces of his airplane as souvenirs, then let him watch. In years to come, when the people of Macon talked of the crash and showed the souvenirs they had taken from Ely's corpse, her son, her Rob, could nod and say, "I was there."
Ola looked around at the crowd that had come to see Ely's performance. She looked down at Rob, and in that moment she wanted him to know the fame that Ely had known. She wanted her son to know the adoration of the crowd. She leaned down and whispered in his ear, "You are going to grow up and be an aviator and you will be as famous as he is." She told Rob that he would fly the same sort of airplane that Ely had flown. In coming years she would tell him countless times, "From the moment you saw that crash, I knew you would be a flyer."
Thus, Rob never had a moment of indecision about his life's work, never went through the false starts of many boys regarding their careers. His earliest memory was of wanting to be a fighter pilot. To find glory in the skies was his destiny. His mama had told him so.
* * *
Robert Lee Scott Jr. was born on April 12, 1908, in Waynesboro, Georgia, a small town near the South Carolina border. His sister, Elizabeth, was born in Americus, Georgia, in 1911, and his brother, Roland, in Macon in 1915.
The births were scattered about because Rob's father, Robert Lee Scott, had trouble finding his niche in life. He was from Aiken, South Carolina, and he attended Clemson Agricultural College but dropped out and became a railroad conductor and a supervisor at a peach orchard, and when the family moved to Macon not long after Rob was born, he operated the S&S Grocery on Poplar Street. The store went bankrupt, something the family rarely talked about. The elder Scott finally found his calling as a traveling salesman for high-end men's clothing. Photographs show him as a big, rawboned, and unsmiling man in a three-piece suit and bow tie. Because he traveled around three states and was away so much, it fell to his wife to take care of their three children and the house he bought at 511 East Napier Avenue.
Ola Burckhalter, like her husband, came out of Aiken, South Carolina, where her family had a farm on the Whiskey Road. Few Southern women of her time attended college, but Ola graduated from the South Carolina Coeducational Institute, a school that described itself in a newspaper ad as a "Christian Military Institute" where "teachers take the place of parents" and where, as did most female students, Ola took a course of study that trained her to be a teacher. After graduation she taught school for several years in Aiken. For a woman of her time, Ola was relatively well-educated, enough so that when she settled in Macon she thought that she was a bit better than her neighbors, and that Rob was better than his little Macon friends.
It was in the Burckhalter home near Aiken that Ola and Robert were married, on June 26, 1907, and it was on the Burckhalter farm that Rob spent his summers while growing up. He spent little time with the Scott family, and in later years he would dismiss them as "dirt farmers."
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All parents say they love their children equally and that they play no favorites. But this is a lie. The parents know it and the children know it. If a parent has a favorite child, that parent usually tries to hide it. But sometimes not. Ola did not.
From the time Rob was born it was as if Ola believed in primogeniture. Elizabeth's and Roland's earliest memories were of how Rob was the bright shining star at the center of his mother's world, and that they were only small planets on the far and dark edges of the universe.
As did many Southern boys, Scott grew up with two overlapping influences: the Civil War and ancestor worship. He talked of the Civil War as if he were in a lull between battles, and he boasted that one of his great-grandfathers had died at Bull Run. He did have a great-grandfather on the paternal side, William Thomas Scott, who was wounded at Gettysburg, which is about as good as it gets when it comes to bragging rights, but why Rob traded an ancestor wounded at Gettysburg for a fictional ancestor who died at Bull Run is unknown.
Rob's maternal great-grandfather Jarrett D. Burckhalter enlisted in a South Carolina unit in 1863, but according to his service record he was "never paid" and "never reported" for duty.
One of Scott's memories of the summers in South Carolina was how his grandfather always wore a Confederate hat that he said had belonged to his father. Scott grew up thinking that his great-grandfather Burckhalter was a hero, when in fact he was a deserter.
For Scott, the "home place," that mythical taproot into the past so treasured by Southerners, was not Macon, but was instead the Burckhalter farm on the Whiskey Road in the rural countryside south of Aiken.
Perhaps it was the rural origin, the closeness with the outdoors, and the independence that is part of a rural heritage that caused Ola to give Rob a long leash at an early age. For a mother who was so possessive, so ambitious for her son, she gave him extraordinary freedom. He was a city boy with the freedom and independence of a country boy.
The first of many such examples was in 1919, when Rob was an eleven-year-old paperboy delivering the Macon Telegraph. One morning he read on the front page that famed Army aviator Billy Mitchell would be leading a flight of nine fighter planes from Canada to Miami and that the pilots would stop in Macon to refuel their aircraft and have lunch with the mayor at the Dempsey Hotel. Rob's heroes were Billy Bishop and Eddie Rickenbacker, Allied fighter aces of World War I; Manfred von Richthofen, Germany's famous "Red Baron"; and Billy Mitchell, the flamboyant commander of American air forces in Europe during World War I. Now one of those heroes was coming to Macon.
Rob rode his bicycle across town to the airport to see the sleek little fighter planes land and to look upon the goggled faces of Mitchell and his pilots. Rob's desire to be a flyer seemed more than he could contain. After the pilots drove away to lunch, Scott considered stowing away in the baggage compartment of one of the aircraft. But the compartment was too small, and instead he waited until Mitchell and the pilots returned, and when they fired up their engines and taxied for takeoff, he ignored the shouted warnings from city fathers and ran along behind the aircraft, oblivious to the dust and dirt being thrown into his face by the prop blast, and as the aircraft took off down the grass strip he ran behind them, arms outstretched, chasing the airplanes that he knew would one day take him away from Macon. Rob watched the aircraft form up and he kept his eyes upon them until they were tiny specks far to the south and he could no longer hear the deep rumble of their engines. They would be in Miami before sundown. Canada to Miami in a single day. If airplanes could do that, Rob thought, they could take him around the world.
The next year Rob joined Boy Scout Troop 23 and, pushed by his mama, he set about to earn twenty-one merit badges and become an Eagle Scout. One of the first badges he sought was in aviation, which called for him to build a model airplane and fly it. But a model was not ambitious enough for Rob, and so he built a glider, almost full-sized, and covered it with canvas cut from the tent of a traveling evangelist preacher. With the help of several friends Rob hoisted the glider to the roof of the tallest house in the neighborhood. There he strapped himself in, had his friends release a restraining rope, and plummeted down the steep roof. As the glider cleared the roof, the main spar broke and Rob plummeted into the top of a rosebush, uninjured and unabashed. That was his first, albeit brief, flight. Later he would say it was the only time he ever crashed an airplane.
In practicing for a merit badge in archery, Rob found he was a natural at leading a moving target, that is, shooting not where the target was, but where it would be when the arrow reached it. He became a master of the snap shot, the quick reflex shot, and the intuitive shot taken without apparent aim. When his mother complained that feral cats were getting inside the chicken coop and eating her baby chicks, Rob switched to steel-tipped hunting arrows, sat on the back steps, and began shooting cats. He timed his shots to pin the running cat to a wooden fence post. That soon eliminated the feline threat.
The Ocmulgee River flowed along the eastern edge of town, and most Macon mothers forbade their children to go anywhere near its swirling brown waters. But in warm weather, which was most of the year, Rob would go alone to the river's edge, disrobe, hold his clothes above his head, and backstroke his way out to a small island. There he darkened his face with the juice of berries and adopted his self-bestowed Indian name, "Eagleheart." Rob built a lean-to and hunted on the island. He caught fish, cooked hush puppies over a small fire, and slept on a sandbar.
When Scott was fourteen he took all the money he had saved from being a paperboy and from cutting lawns — the grand total of seventy-five dollars, which in 1922 was a small fortune for a boy his age — and attended an auction where disassembled and boxed surplus Army aircraft — the Curtiss JN-4, the famous "Jenny" of early aviation — were being sold. As the auctioneer moved to each box, Scott shouted, "Seventy-five dollars." But each aircraft was bought by a man who was acquiring them as training planes for an airline. The buyer grew weary of Scott's importunate shouts, and told him he could buy the next aircraft and then to get out.
It was okay with his mama that Rob had bought an airplane and stored it in the garage. It seemed half of Macon knew of the boxed aircraft and talked of it. But Ola ignored the talk. The box stayed in the garage for months, and then a streetcar driver came to the door and identified himself as a former World War I pilot. He offered to help Rob assemble the aircraft and then teach him how to fly if, in turn, Rob would let him use the aircraft on weekends to perform at air shows around the state. And that was how Rob learned to fly. His lessons took place at Central City Park, the same place where Ely had crashed and died.
The lessons did not last long, because the World War I pilot crashed the Jenny. He was uninjured, but the fragile little aircraft was destroyed.
Rob entered Lanier High School, one of the most prestigious public schools in Georgia. It was named for the poet Sidney Lanier, and its athletic teams were called "the Poets"; they were feared by their opponents as a mighty force. The school motto was "We Lead," and Lanier's Junior Reserve Officers Training Course would be consistently ranked among the best in America. Around Macon, Lanier students were recognized by their short hair, no-nonsense demeanor, and courtesy toward their elders. "Lanier Men" were ambitious and motivated, and it was a given that they would serve with distinction in the military and in business. They were afforded a respect and deference rarely granted to high school students.
Lanier was sited atop the crest of a long slope that dipped down toward Macon and the river. Wednesday was parade day at Lanier, and around midmorning people in Macon would begin looking at their watches, staring up the hill, and waiting. At precisely 11:30 there would be a thunderous clash of drums followed by the martial thrust of horns, and the Poets would begin marching, all keeping the Army standard pace of 105 steps to the minute, feet hitting the ground with every boom of the drum. And as the parade began, many people in Macon did an unconscious shuffle to get in step with the drum, in step with the Lanier Men, until the city was marching with the Poets, and school and city were one.
Hard-bitten career Army sergeants served as ROTC instructors at Lanier and taught cadets how officers should conduct themselves, including the finer points of etiquette upon visiting brothels: "Determine the price, conduct your business, pay for services rendered, and depart as gentlemen," the sergeants taught. "This is a business transaction. Do not fall in love."
Rob never had the self-discipline and sense of mission to fit in at Lanier. He played only intramural sports and never distinguished himself academically.
In the spring of 1923 came an event that awakened Rob's curiosity about the outside world, stirred his nascent passion for life, and released the obsessive streak that would characterize his personality. He was fifteen, and boys of that age rarely have a blinding moment of realization about the outside world, a heart-stopping instant of awareness about a distant culture, a breathtaking appreciation of the accomplishments of others. But that is what happened to Rob, and afterward his life was never the same.
Pursuing a merit badge in first aid, Rob visited a local doctor who had agreed to instruct him in basic emergency medical procedures. In the waiting room, Rob looked at the magazines piled on a table and plucked out the March 1923 issue of National Geographic. The magazine fell open to a story by Adam Warwick about the Great Wall of China. Out of the magazine fell a bulky and folded white thickness that, when opened, proved to be a 45½ × 9½ –inch black-and-white panorama of a section of the Great Wall. The bold headline read, "THE GREAT WALL OF CHINA NEAR NANKOW PASS," and underneath was a boiling caption: "For more than two thousand miles this Long Rampart, the most stupendous structure ever raised by the hand of man, writhes along the mountain peaks, dips deep into valley and canyon, and pursues its desolate way across wind-swept plateau and desert sands. Its myriad cloud-capped towers stand in solemn stillness, where they were stationed twenty centuries ago, as though condemned to wait the march of Time until their builders return."
The photograph and the overwrought writing transfixed Rob. He stared, eyes wide and heart pounding. In the foreground was a man wearing sandals and blousy pants and a long tunic-like shirt secured around his waist by a cord. Atop his head was a close-fitting cap. The man's hands were behind him, pulling a rope attached to three heavily laden camels. In the background behind the camels the Great Wall, marked by frequent towers, stretched up and across barren hills until it disappeared over a distant mountain peak. In front of the man the wall stretched across a rise, then to a tower atop a far peak, and then it disappeared on the back side of the mountain.
(Continues...)
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Table of Contents
Contents
Title Page,Copyright Notice,
Dedication,
Epigraph,
Overture,
1. Georgia Boy,
2. Failure,
3. West Point,
4. Bugling,
5. Flying and Driving,
6. Learning the Trade,
7. Dark Nights of the Soul,
8. The Fortress Falls,
9. Wedding Bells and Distant Trumpets,
10. Extra Duty,
11. Orchids and Pigs and, Oh My, the Training Command,
12. California Dreaming,
13. War Tocsins,
14. "You Are Not Blooded",
15. Hold My Beer ...,
16. The Flight to Destiny,
17. At The End of the World,
18. The Hump,
19. Flying Tiger,
20. Glory,
21. Leaving China,
22. Home Is the Hero,
23. On the Road Again,
24. The Book ... and the Movie,
25. Good Reviews ... and Bad,
26. Movie Star,
27. Chiaroscuro,
28. Twilight,
29. The More Things Change ...,
30. Still in the Race,
31. Resurrection,
32. At Last,
33. One More Mission,
34. Mission Accomplished,
Acknowledgments,
Bibliography,
Index,
Also by Robert Coram,
About the Author,
Copyright,