VOL. I NO. 17 DELHI, THURSDAY JANUARY 7, 1943.
JAP SHIPS AND RAILS BOMBED
Dorothy Lamour's Hollywood press agent wants all of you guys to know that this hair-do was created for her
latest picture. Most important, though, is the fact that the war has not prevented Dottie from wearing a sarong.
Out here flying "The Hump" has usually been considered a rather tricky operation requiring skill,
daring and a thorough knowledge of the technique of flying an airplane.
The National Aeronautics Council, however, appears to have other ideas.
In a letter to Lt. Richard J. Taylor the Council told him to get on the ball and said:
"This is your last chance before your name is dropped from our preferred list."
The organization then came through with some "easy lessons" on how to execute Junior Chandelles,
Lazy Eights, and night landings.
"The recipient of your letter is offering sum total Rs. 2 for personal instruction in 'How To Fly
The Hump.' However, the receiver of this famous offer has flown the storm-ridden Himalayas for a considerable time.
We are all anxious to learn of your thrilling and new advance instructions, including night landings. Please send
all instructions, including night landings, to the boys of 'Hump-Happy Tavern.'"
Tenth Air Force planes this week again found selected targets in Burma and showered them with their
The Christmas week more-blessed-to-give touch lingered to obsess our boys on six different days,
and the ungracious Jap did little more than to show his oversized teeth.
Heavy bombers on December 29, attacked Jap shipping at Rangoon. The first flight discovered a tanker
of about 5,000 tons heading from Moulmein toward Rangoon, and left it in flames. The second flight bombed an enemy
freighter which was heading east near the mouth of the Rangoon River. A direct hit was scored on this 5,000 to
6,000-ton vessel, causing a violent secondary explosion and bringing the ship to a complete stop.
On December 30, medium bombers attacked the air base at Shwebo. hangars and revetments were hit and
a large oil fire started.
On December 31, fighter planes, armed with small bombs, attacked railway communications in northern
Burma. Rolling stock and installations at Naba were targets for direct hits. Near Mohnyin a train of six cars was strafed
and the locomotive destroyed. Mawlu, Hopin and Pinbaw also felt similar treatment.
New year's day, medium bombers attacked the important railroad bridge at Myiting, south of Mandalay.
Hits were reported on various sections of the structure.
On January 2, medium bombers made seven direct hits on Monywa air base.
A bomber offensive was carried out January 4, against railroad installations at Naba Junction, where
a high percentage of hits were claimed among a concentration of rolling stock.
A large formation of heavy bombers attacked the railroad yards at Mandalay on the same day. All bombs
hit a great concentration of rolling stock. Smoke columns from fires started could be seen 70 miles away.
MAJ. DROZ AND HIS TRAINER
CHRISTMAS - IT WAS GRAND!
The little boy doesn't quite know what to make of the bag of candy and fruit being presented to him by Maj.
Earl H. A. Isensee and Lt. Salvata J. Veneziano at one of our advanced air bases. The child's father, a
bearer with the organization, holds him and smiles proudly. Throughout India American soldiers threw
Christmas parties for poor and indigent children. This very fine picture was shot by Corp. Marshall Wickey.
PLANE MAKE ANOTHER RESCUE
Maj. Paul C. Droz, commander of a U.S. fighter squadron in Assam, celebrated New Year's Day by making
another daring rescue of a forced-down American pilot.
With the same preliminary trainee plane with which he lifted Lieut. Cecil Williams and Corp. Matthew
Campanella from a remote jungle village several weeks ago, Droz this time brought back Lieut. Willard A. Wendt,
who was forced to parachute out of his P-40 in the fighter raids against Japanese railway communications on Dec. 31,
which was also Wendt's 23rd birthday.
Squadron mates noted the point - near Japanese-occupied territory - where Wendt landed, and dropped
food to him. It was too dark to attempt rescue the same day, but bright and early on New Year's morning, Droz
warmed up the engine of his little biplane and stepped in with a Tommy gun and other essentials that might have
come in handy.
Protected by a top cover of fighters, Droz sailed without incident right to the spot where Wendt made
his landing. The forced-down pilot had already surveyed the ground in the area and from his parachute fashioned a
tee to indicate the best landing place, a 300-foot sandy stretch along a river.
The lonesome, but uninjured Lieutenant scrambled joyfully into the Major's plane for the ride back to
his own field.
Bengal Relief Drive Closed
The CBI Roundup campaign for funds in behalf of the Bengal Cyclone sufferers is hereby officially
closed, even though one lead-fannyed SOS outfit has advised that they will complete their collection on January 10th.
We'll bet this is the gang that howls the loudest when the Roundup distribution is late by
one day. Send your check direct to the Indian Red Cross boys, you can't ride on this bus.
The total therefore stands at Rupees 4,736 annas 11.
|An Air Base||1,175/1
|A Bomb Group||135/8
|Lt. John Doe||10/-
|Miss Martin, Red Cross||15/-
|A Photo Squadron||150/-
|A Fighter Group||526/-
|An SOS Advance Base||148/11
|Received from||Amount Rs.
|Hq. Rear Echelon||326/-
|Miss Nickerson, Red Cross||20/-
|Officers 10th AF Headquarters||748/-
|AG Pers. & Misc. Section SOS||70/-
|Hq. Squadron 10th AF||220/-
|Enlisted Men SOS||32/-
|Air Corps & Allied Units||212/8
|A Ferry Squadron, AC||294/5
Dr. Puri of the Indian Red Cross is most appreciative of this voluntary gift, which has accomplished
much good and compares favorably with collections by other agencies for the aid of the distressed in the cyclone
The CBI Roundup bows to all who tossed rupees into the hat. It was a good cause and, considering
that we made no major effort to jerk tears of hit G.I.'s over the head to make them kick in, it was a satisfactory
At right is the recap on who gave what as it's down in the record.
MASS AMERICAN BREAD PRODUCTION AT SEAPORT BASE
Here's how a new U.S. Army bakery is turning out bread in mass production for the fellows at an Indian
seaport base. Left: Modern mixing machines are included in the equipment. Center: Newly-baked
loaves come out of the oven. Right: T/Sgt. James E. Wiley, who is an old hand at running Army
looks over some of the finished product. (Photos by T/5 F. A. Garlick).
DFC’S, SILVER STARS, PURPLE HEART GIVEN
By M/SGT. L. R. McNEVEN
December 24th, in addition to being the day before Christmas, held additional pleasure for seven members
of the Fighter Command when they were the happy recipients of awards for heroism and gallantry in action. The awards
were made by Brig. Gen. C. L. Chennault, Commanding General of the China Air Task Force.
The first to receive an award was Colonel Robert L. Scott, Jr., upon whom the General pinned the DFC
for his brilliant success in directing his fighter element in dispersing a superior number of enemy forces, thereby
permitting the successful completion of a bombing mission. In this encounter the Colonel shot down two enemy planes
and probably destroyed two more. (The Colonel now has 13 confirmed planes to his credit with five more listed as
Next came lt. Col. Clinton D. Vincent, who received the Silver Star for his extraordinary performance
soon after his arrival in China.
Captain Burrall Barnum stood next in line and he also was awarded the DFC for his superior efforts of
September 6, 1942, when, alone, he was able to prevent great waves of enemy planes from completing their mission.
Captain Jeffrey O. Wellborn was then awarded the Silver Star for his single-handed strafing and
bombing attacks on enemy installations along the Salween River.
Lieut. Dallas E. Clinger got the DFC for his heroic attacks on an enemy bombing formation of 23
planes on July 31, 1942. In this attack, Lieut. Clinger flew with such daring and skill that he prevented the
destruction of his flight leader and accounted for at least one enemy plane.
M/Sgt. John W. Brewer received the Silver Star for bravery and devotion to duty on August 5, 1942,
when he manned a ground gun during an attack on the airdrome. During the attack Sgt. Brewer stayed at his post despite
the fact that enemy fire was falling all about him and was able to bring down one of the attackers.
1st/Sgt. Thomas L. Irwin was the last member of the Fighter Command to be decorated when he was
given the Purple Heart for his gallant action during a bombing attack. Two of our protecting fighters were damaged
during the attack and it was necessary for them to come in for a landing, but the Chinese coolies who normally
placed the lights for night landings had taken cover. Sgt. Irwin calmly set about this task with bombs falling
all around and thereby enable the damaged planes to land safely.
Light Whines And Jeers
Ready to eat his birthday cake, Major John Allison is surrounded by flying pals in the operations room at a
China air base, shortly after a Jap bombing attack there. Left to tight: Capt. Hampshire, Lt. Griffin, Lt. Detchmendy,
Maj. Allison, Lt. Bridenbaugh, Lt. Briant, Lt. Best, Lt. Barnes, Capt. Goss.
By Corp. KARL PETERSON
Christmas in Assam had a dry and drear face as the momentous occasion approached, but G.I. ingenuity
overcame the Saharan prospects in the department of Yuletide cheer (bottled). The wailings of the thirsty subsided into
light whines and jeers when artificers such as Corp. Norbert J. "Little Bear" Taylor discovered "Saki," bamboo juice,
extract of coconut, and a couple of other gruesome brews distilled by the Schenley family's Indian cousins.
With one shot producing a glow like a Roman candle and two bringing utter collapse, a little of the
stuff went a long way. Foremost victim of over-celebration was Pvt. George Spears who one minute was sitting beside
a campfire in the hills feeling all warm and Christmassy and the next was being rolled up like an old rug, tossed
into a jeep and hauled off to "St. James' Infirmary" where he lay as one dead for some time before coming around.
Those knowing the right alleys to enter and doors to knock on could obtain small quantities of more
well-known liquors by the simple expedient of parting with their eyeballs, but the mass of doggies opined, "C'est
l' guerre" and were content with their ration of a jigger of rum, served just ahead of a holiday feed that easily
filled the bill.
S/Sgt. Milton Markus spent the period playing Santa Claus, frantically plowing through mountains of
packages and getting same all stuffed in the proper stockings, which, after the beefing he has endured in common
with all mail orderlies, rates a stout "Hurrah."
There was even a Christmas Tree, complete with trimmings, beneath which, before a goodly throng
Thursday afternoon, the countless younger pensioners of the local tea estate were presented with candy and goodies
in a pretty swell gesture of the right spirit. The faces of young India were good to see as they filed shyly past
Chaplain (Capt.) Ernest Isreal to get their welcome "baksheesh." Watching, a lot of the boys decided Christmas was
not what you get in a bunch of boxes or pour out of a bottle, but a feeling inside that everybody's your buddy and it's
good to be alive. For them, war and Assam notwithstanding, the holidays were still "the gladdest time of the year."
We played helpmate to Santa this Xmas
In a world that was war-torn and sick
But the presents we put down those chimneys
Didn't come from the nag of St. Nick
Our "Sleigh" was a flying bomber,
Our target was, well, so and so.
And the "Gifts" that we left behind us
Left "Death" and "Destruction" below.
Our "Sleigh" was well loaded with presents
H.E., Thermite, and Shraps.
And the people we played Santa Claus to.
You guessed it my friend, they were Japs.
- M/Sgt. Ward B. Nightwine
DAY'S CURTAIN CALL
Like bloodshot eyes of drunken guys
Or the coals of flameless camp fires.
The sun sinks down to touch the ground
And pencils hordes of scarlet spires
Like frothing waves from deep blue seas
That devour a coral reef
Cumulus climb the western slopes
To nip the jungle's top-most leaf
Like wild snakes dance the parrot flocks
Fly down from the mountains to bed.
And lines of natives shume by
With tea baskets upon each head.
From the purpling Eastern sky
A low familiar drone appear.
The boundary lights spring into life
To welcome home her tin-cow dears.
Like cowboys put their herds to bed
In the days of the old wild west
The fighters herd the tin cows home,
And twilight fades to long night's rest.
- Lt. I. W. Boswell
A PRAYER FOR MY SON
Guard him, O God. No love of mine
Can shelter him from ill
Encircle with thy grace divine
And guide him by thy will.
Send sweetest dreams and quiet rest
To calm his troubled mind
That he may lean upon Thy breast
And peace and comfort find.
Send him Thy strength to evil flight,
Subdue in him all swong;
That in the battle for the right,
His be the victor's song!
Temptations crowd his path by day;
I would it were not so -
That in the straight and narrow way,
He might forever go.
My love is powerless and weak;
I pray Thy voice divine
Will to his heart a message speak
Of Stronger love than mine!
Protect him! Guard him! every hour;
I leave him in Thy care;
Thine is the will and Thine the power;
Mine - This humble prayer!
- Author Unknown
By SGT. JACK BLUMENFELD
BUZZ BUZZ - Lt. Holmes almost went deaf from the din of the bell; Sgt. Bill Fleming ran himself
ragged trying to dodge the flying sparks; and Top Kick Desire D'Orange was pretty darn close to electrocution. It all
happened when M/Sgt. D'Orange short-circuited a wire while trying to install one of those new-fangled American
contraptions, a buzzer system, in the Orderly Room of our little Indian Paradise. Capt. Caughman saved the day - and
the buzzer system - with a few deft manipulations.
HIRSUTE HARASSING - Pfc. Roger Wheeler of the Roundup staff is probably wearing metal
armor these days to ward off the piercing remarks of S/Sgt. Jack (G.I.) Nolan and S/Sgt. (Bird's I) Cox. His earlier
protection against the taunts leveled at his moustache was that he had a sore lip. But the soreness is long gone
and the bristly brush lingers on. Cox and Nolan are whispering of an impending operation...
MY DEER RABBIT - Spurred on by the great success and subsequent Roundup publicity
attained by Pvt. Steve (Cookie) Salak in his extraordinary Deer Hunt, M/Sgt. Hand Segerstrom, M/Sgt. Van Volkenberg,
S/Sgt. (Cookie) Guthmiller, Corp. (Cookie) Scott and Corp. Herbie Donovan, set out for the woods with guns. At end
of day the huntsmen took inventory - they had bagged one precious deer, shot by Sgt. Guthmiller - it was the size
of a rabbit! Nevertheless, boasted Bazzell:
"Listen boy, that's real shooting. Anybody can hit a full-grown deer. It's the little one's that
PALPITATING PETTIGREW - Last week we wrote of a lieutenant who slapped a soldier on the back.
This week a similar incident occurred. Pfc. "Cy" Pettigrew hadn't seen his friend, Sam Levenson, since both were
in the hospital and when they met on Queensway "Petty" tossed his arm around Levenson and gabbed for about two minutes
before he noticed the gold on Lt. Levenson's collar. Chirped Pettigrew: "Eek... SIR!"
PROMOTION, SAHIB - Pfc. Frank Lawson was getting the old Fortune-Telling spiel the other day.
He was told that he had "friends on lips but not in heart" but that pretty soon he would have a promotion. "Where,"
asked Frank, "Here?" as he pointed to his arm. "No" stated the F.T. "On shoulder."
"M-1?" quizzed Frank further. "No" repeated the F.T., "M-2" (An M-1, Fortune Teller Wallah, is a Garand Rifle).
There Was Inspection - Period!
By Pfc. MELVIN STUMP
The fire at the U.S. Army Hospital last week is hereby reported "Put out." It burned the roof off one of our
new wards. Other wards were saved by quick-thinking Yanks who pulled down Indian labor and supply huts which also
were on fire.
The cause and damage of the fire is to remain a military secret, the censor states.
Casualties? No and yes. No patients were injured, but two members of the staff suffered "third
Sgt. Caldera broke his arm somewhere between the bucket and the fire. Captain Woodward, our supply
officer, believing in fighting fire up close, had to dodge a section of burning roof. He stepped in a hole and broke
his foot. The captain is not inactive tho! The supplies must go thru. As this goes to press, the damage done by the
fire is about repaired and your hospital is still ready for action.
Say, I ran across Corp. Tedesco and Sgt. Pete Wallace talking about their "first addition" to their
families the other night. They admit that this business of learning how to be good fathers, overseas, is pretty
nice. No walking the floors at night, etc. (At least it keeps the wife home, heh?)
Babies - so that's what is making Lt. Jones so low lately. I just heard that he bought all the cigars
the P.X. had, and was saving a "bottle," so I asked Capt. Riley for the official data. He said that it was all on the
level and that the name selected was "Washington Roosevelt Joes." All he lacks is that important news.
Our C.O., Major Miles, was away from the hospital for several days last week. Capt. Bickel, figuring
that there would be no inspection, shaved at the hospital instead of using the outdoor system (cold). There was
Sgt. Kinnee just told me that Pfc. F. S. Hogan has been christened "Sabs" (to be continued).
What we wonder is who started the joke about "Pop" Pasqualee and the Vincent's?
Hm. Christmas candy. Then there's Sgt. Major Vest's 30 pounds of Christmas candy that he ordered.
Sgt. Vest had all his teeth removed this week.
No reflections, but when "Porthole" Pennington came rushing in the other day, we thought he must
have seen a ghost or a white girl. - All he could say was "Gee, that 42 sedan drives nice." P.S. We found out he did have
two white girls with him. Maybe this weather is getting him, no?
There's that one about Kizarr but it's censored. Do something else, Sergeant.
Our mess officer, Lt. McLelland, made a sign for the Indian help under his direction. The sign was
"HATH DHOYO," and means "wash your hands." Hm, now the Indians can't read. If they could read, they would read
Socially speaking: Captain Woodward and Sgt. Gordon spent last weekend "somewhere" in India. The
Captain was wearing his foot in a cast at the time. Sgt. Gordon didn't say what he was wearing. In an interview,
they stated that they danced, played tennis and English snooker. Capt. Woodward must have a pretty strong pull,
for he returned with a pair of elephant tusks!
An elaborate Christmas party was given for the personnel of the 95th Station Hospital on Wednesday
night, December 23. Sgt. Caldera taught Miss Sonny LeGlaire to "jitter-bug." Sonny was responsible for obtaining
the refreshments and the feminine pulchritude.
Miss Jane Easton, Army nurse, returned to duty this week after spending several days in Calcutta.
Miss Easton, when interviewed, stated that she had an enjoyable time and that they are all out of Christmas "spirit"
in Calcutta. She was also present during the city's first night bombing raid. Upon being asked if she was afraid,
she replied that it was dark and that she was well protected by "Golden Leaves."
CHRISTMAS CELEBRATIONS, THOUSANDS OF MILES FROM HOME
A camel created real Christmas atmosphere as men sang carols in a central India city. Center: Chaplain
Ernest A. Isreal passes out a bag of candy and fruit to one of the servants' children, who were entertained at a
base in Assam. Right: Christmas dinner for men of an air base in an Indian port city.
Corp. James Cronin puts final touches on the Christmas decorations he made for the base hospital at an Indian
port city, as Miss Jeanette Ross, of the Red Cross watches. Center: Corp. Benjamin W. Nevitt decorates a
tree up in Assam. Right: "Vic," the bear, and 1st Sgt. Gerald Calkins entertain Polish refugee children
who were guests at an Indian seaport city.
SYMPHONY IN SOUP
Col. William E. Bergin, Theater G-1, is recognized as one of America's leading soup
"I come from a long line of soup drinkers."
The soup problem has, or had, become so acute at the officers' mess in Chungking that he and others
of House 98 decided to take appropriate action. The result, in the form of an official memorandum to the mess officer,
"Whereas certain members of House 98 mess are desirous of improving it, particularly with regard
to a certain liquid substance heretofore served at the beginning of midday and evening meals and hereafter referred
to as "soup," and whereas individual pleas indirectly transmitted to the cook have proved unsuccessful and unavailing,
they now hereby join in a united plea to the mess officer setting forth the following pertinent facts:
Non-commissioned instructors at the Chinese-American Training Center set out by bullock cart to try and hunt
out some Japs.
1. Soup as presently served consists of a grayish, viscous liquid unstimulating to sight, indifferent
as to taste and smell and deficient as to nutritive qualities.
2. On rare occasions the above has been replaced by a vegetable soup of adequate consistency and
nutritive value composed of fresh ingredients readily available and locally procurable through purchase in the open
market. Past production of this soup has likewise conclusively demonstrated the skill of the present No. 1 cook.
3. In view of the above considerations and with due respect to desires and tastes of members of
other messes on the premises, it is requested:
a. That present standard soup based on homeopaths admixture of rice and noodles, be replaced by a\
soup primarily composed of fresh vegetables.
b. That procurement of adequate substances to carry out the above be initiated and that appropriate
culinary instructions be issued accordingly."
GEN. GEORGE PRAISES WORK OF AIR TRANSPORT COMMAND
Washington - Cargo planes were unloading many tons of vital cargo in Cairo within 72 hours after the United States
Air Transport Command ordered ammunition to Egypt, Maj. Gen. Harold Lee George, Commander of the Transport Command,
General George, speaking at the United Nations Club here, said that his Command was operating "what
is actually a world-wide air line - one many times larger than the combined air lines before the war."
George said that this was needed to transport all the supplies and personnel which have been moved
by air to United States forces all over the world. Another responsibility of the Air Transport Command is ferrying
aircraft from production lines to flying schools and combat training centers all over the country and to the air
forces in Australia, Alaska, England, Africa, India and China. he said that the ferrying division is "larger in
flying and ground personnel than the entire Army Air Corps only three or four years ago."
The Command's third task is the development, control and operation of a system of world-wide airways
which extend "across the Pacific, to Australia, over the Arctic's ice field to Europe, across the South Atlantic,
through Africa's jungles and deserts, and to India and China. Along them there are over 100 great airfields of a size
sufficient for the landing and taking off of modern high-speed aircraft . . . Extending the
length of each airway,
literally covering the entire world, is a highly efficient communication and weather system without which safe and
rapid operations would be impossible. With a few exceptions, every flying field in use was constructed before the war
began. The youth of this country did the job."
FLORIDA IN INDIA
Any one of these 10 fellows will tell you that Florida, their home state, is the greatest of the 48.
They're all on duty in the same city in middle India. Left to right: Lieut. Henry Chalker, Dunnelon;
Sgt. Marshall Cohen, St. Petersburg; Col. Charles H. Caldwell, Tampa; Col. Thomas N. Tappy, Daytona Beach;
Lieut. Frank Wright, Gainesville; T/Sgt. Frederick Feeney, Tampa; T/Sgt. William L. Hackney, St. Petersburg;
Lieut. Harold E. Welch, St. Petersburg; Capt. David M. Withers, Summerfield; Lieut. James A. Lasseter, Miami.
The C.B.I. Roundup is a weekly newspaper published by and for the men of the United States Army Forces in China,
Burma, and India, from news and pictures supplied by staff members, soldier correspondents, Office of War Information
and other sources.
The Roundup is published Thursday of each week and is printed by The Statesman in New Delhi, India.
Editorial matter should be sent directly to Major Fred Eldridge, Rear Echelon Hq., U.S.A.F. C.B.I., New Delhi, and
should arrive not later than Monday in order to make that week's issue. Pictures must arrive by Sunday and must be
negatives or enlargements. Stories should contain full name and organization of sender.
JANUARY 7, 1943
Adapted from the original issue of CBI Roundup
Copyright © 2009 Carl Warren Weidenburner
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