By Richard Douse

         
        His name was
        Robert F. Short.  He was the first American to die in
        aerial combat with 
       the Japanese.  He was
        also my father’s best friend and flying buddy.  And,
        while they had an 
        airmail run between
        Spokane and Seattle, Washington, both were daredevil
        barnstormers 
        on weekends.  Together,
        Robert Short and Carl Douse planned on starting their own
        airline
        but it was not to be.  
    
   
      Robert was also a 2nd Lieutenant in the Army
      Reserve.   As Japan began its
      march to dominate 
      all of Asia, Robert was given the assignment of delivering an
      airplane to China.  It was an
      experimental 
      fighter plane, built by Boeing and given to the Chinese.  On his flight to Nanjing on February 19,
      1932 
      he ran into trouble when three Japanese fighter planes engaged him
      in a fight.  He was able
      to shoot 
      down one of them, killing a Lieutenant Kidokoro. 
      At this point the other two broke off
      the engagement 
      and Short continued on to his destination.
   
      A fragile and yellowed news article from my mother’s family
      album tells the rest of the story that 
      occurred a few days later, and includes the following printed
      letter to Robert Short's mother.
Mrs. Elizabeth Short
      
Dear Mrs. Short:
    With the greatest
      respect and deepest regret we beg to inform you that, when on
      February 23 at about 3 PM, six piratic airplanes 
      from the invading Japanese Navy were circling over Soochow,
      dropping bombs on an entirely unarmed and innocent civilian
      population, 
      destroying lives and property alike in a wanton fashion unheard of
      before, your heroic son, Robert Short, flying a Boeing plane,
      engaged 
      in a fight with the above planes, and after a 10 minute machine
      gun fire, he was shot and nose-dived to death.
    It is true that
      Robert Short failed to bring down any of the invading planes, but
      he did kill the Japanese flyer who headed the raid, 
      thereby preventing the Japanese attackers from carrying out their
      bombing raid to the extent that they originally intended.
    The best words of
      condolence are insufficient to express to you our sorrow and
      sympathy in this bereavement of yours.  But
      we can at 
      least assure you this: No parents could have a more heroic son
      than Robert who gave up his own life that others might live.  He dared Might 
      and died to defend Right for humanity and civilization.  To say that he was fighting for China
      alone would be belittling his gallant and 
      humanitarian deed, because it is for humanity and justice that he
      died.  The name of Robert Short will
      live long in the scroll of honor of 
      great men, and his meritorious service will ever be in the memory
      of all Chinese.
Yours sincerely,
(signed)          
      Chiang Kwang-nai  (Nominal
      Commander-in Chief of the Chinese 19th Army)
             
                   
            Tsai Ting-kai  (Commander
      of the 19th)
             
                   
            Tai Chi (Chinese Shanghai Chief of
      Police)

    Robert’s funeral was delayed a month
        so his mother and brother could attend what became 
      in China the largest funeral ever
        given a white man.  Over 500,000 people filled the streets
        of Shanghai.  
        The prominent Chinese banker, T. V. Soong, speaking for the
        Chinese Government, 
       said, “Robert Short, a friend
        from a distant land, flew out of the sky and gave his life . . .
        to the 
      Chinese people this act of
        courage and sacrifice was electrifying.” 
        Posthumously, Hero Short 
      was created a Chinese Colonel.
   
      You will not find Robert Short's name in our history books.
       Why his name and deed have been
      forgotten or overlooked, I can't say.  But Robert Short was
      the American ideal, I think.  A young 
      man whose sense of right and wrong were separated by only the
      thinnest of lines. A man who 
      did not hesitate to run to his plane, turn the prop by hand
      to start it, and then, all alone, rush into 
      the sky to certain death in order to save innocent
      people he had never met but knew were in deadly 
      danger.  In Robert's world, Americans were fearless.  It
      is, I think, his kind of courage that identifies 
      the very best of what it is to be an American and provides a
      shining light for the rest of us to try to follow.
But . . .
          the Chinese citizens of Suzhou (Soochow) have not forgotten!
           They remember him 
          to this very day!   Below is a picture of the monument
          erected circa 1986.  Also shown are
          pictures that tell the story of Robert's heroic act both in
          English and Chinese.  These photos
          were taken from the memorial museum (the Chinese call it a
          "Temple") located next to the 
          monument.  These pictures were generously provided
          by Mr. Maurice Chi (pictured below) 
          of Wrentham, Massachusetts, who obtained them from a
          cousin during a recent visit to China.  
 


