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and when he turned around to taxi back he requested that the control tower guide him back to the parking area. The visibility was so bad he couldn't see fifty feet ahead of him. The plane on the runway was standing very close to the trailer but the fog was so bad we could barely make out his wing lights. The plane faced tower the control tower. The man in the control tower requested the pilot to turn his landing lights on. The pilot said he had them on. The tower replied they couldn't see them. If the control tower couldn't see the landing lights of a P-61 turned right at it- and they we extremely powerful lights - we should have closed up shop for the night. But we didn't know it - then. Since no one else but ourselves could see the plane we gave the pilot taxi instructions. It was like leading the blind. We guided it off the strip [[strikethrough]] [[ th]] [[/strikethrough]]e and the pilot left it there.

A PBJ (a Marine version of a B25) called to [[strikethrough]] h [[/strikethrough]] for help in landing. His call numbers were thirteen-victor-six-six-three. He was turned on final approach at about seven miles out. He came in about two hundred feet too high when passing Suribachi. (There was that fear of that damn mountain again) As soon as he learned he had passed the montain he strated dropping fast- very fast.. Level off, you're dropping too fast...pull it up, pull it up.Five seconds past - no response from thepilot. I anxiously searched the scope. He must have gone around again.. He must be on the scope...Nothing...Thirteen-