Were is the resecurance, for those who have wondered, that faith is still an element in the lives of this war's participants, for the author, an A.P. correspondent, flying in a from Australia, on August 7, 1942, was forced, with the plane's complement, to ball out in a fog. From that day, until September 9th, he was traveling in unknown territory, foodless, almost sleepless, existing under circumstances in which he should have died. But from his desperate need, came a faith that bolstered him and saved him. This is an expansion of the diary which he kept that was published in the papers here, and amplifies the terms notations of each day's endurance. Part of the time he had one of the crew as a companion, but after they parted Haugland was along until he reached a native village, where his experiences and exposure took their toll, and where, with the help of missionaries, he was carried to a bass and flown to Port Moresby. MacArthur decorated him there, with the Silver Star. An amazing record of human endurance, supported by a spiritual belief, that lifts this above the usual record of personal adventure, and should make it a plus sale in the religious departments.