No More Fun

At 22, Flight Lieut. George ("Buzz") Beurling, D.S.O., D.F.C., D.F.M. and bar, was through with fighting Germans. Now he meant to fly for China.

One of World War II's best fighter pilots, Beurling last fortnight asked to resign his commission. The R.C.A.F. approved, explained that this officer "has already done his part in helping to win the war."'

He certainly had. In four desperate months of the Battle of Malta, Buzz shot down 27 German flyers (total score: 32).

Said he: "It's strictly fun. . . . I like to knock the enemy down and the only question that ever flashed across my mind is whether he'll be blown or fried" (exploded in mid-air or burned up).

But when Beurling came home two months ago he grumped: "There's no fun any more. . . . The German fighters won't come up and fight. . . ." The truth was that Beurling was too much of a lone eagle for 1944 fighting methods. In Britain they said he liked to break out of formations, tackle the Nazis singlehanded. At home, where he had been instructing, he complained: "They've been choking me up with red tape."

Last week he said: "If I can't get my services accepted by the Chinese consul general in Canada, I'll go directly to China. I could be in India in 48 hours. How, I shan't say."

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