THEDAY NOW!mouth Herald,h Pitclflc waft tclrt to Bobert Trumbull by and Aviation chief mechanic'* mate. USN, Me radioman and gunner, and TONY PASTULA, to land a scout bomber m the ocean when I January 1$, 10*2. Tno craft sank almost Im-eacape on an 8-by-4 foot rubber raft. They i scant equipment. Yec thla heroic US N|vy an inferno of acas and weather for 34 days a thousand miles until they finally reached t»rye«stngilng details of this extraordinary ex-ELEVENding tere-sun'a feel-sud-per-vlce. : our \ wc , the (her, nger ther, y, to uallyLther rmal only rally ,r to itant,e or cx-to SIreiveongalat ITheouldnon-andnltze stlhlf. iwater thus caught by wringinfc out the highly absorbent rags from our shorts, gave us all a good drink this time,When the brief rain was* over we again disrobed and wrung our clothes. To us, this was almost like having a bath. The refreshment braced us mentally, and we chatted fairly merrily for perhaps an hour until the heavy night began to press again and stilled us.Tho wind had lightened when Gene's second watch came around.Don’t seem as If we’re moving, he said as he settled on the forward thwart.Hard to tell,” I agreed sleepily. I was wishing for a bunk.Gene wet his finger and held It up to test the wind.Ain’t hardly no breeze at all,” he sakl.He leaned over the side and dipped he could feel any drift.His fingers had no sooner got into the water than he let out an agonized yell. Instantly, as if he had his hand In the water, to see If touched something scalding hot, he whipped his arm xtpward, high.A gray shape flung itself from his hand and went into the water on the opposite side of the boat, with such a splash that a small spray plopped