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NOT SATISFIED Dear Roundup: A few of us dogfaces are not entirely satisfied with the latest information you gave about the Mars Task Force (Roundup-Feb. 22). If you check the records of this outfit you will find that there are very few Texans from the original National Guard unit formed in Texas still in the outfit. Our complaint is that most of the praise was given to the Texans, whereas most of the fighting was done by men not from Texas. The death of one man from the Third Squadron was the only recognition given to the fighting by our Squadron. We are not trying to belittle the Texans' accomplishments, but we want to give credit to all who deserve credit. - Pvt. John L. Scaife and three others, APO 218 (Myitkyina). |
CAVALRY DISMOUNTED
Dear Roundup: Thanks for the space you gave Mars in your two mid-February issues. The boys who offered and gave their blood at the front appreciate it. Of course, some feel they deserve it and more. Perhaps so. Now for the complaint! I am the PRO representative for the 124th and I've all but been tossed in a fox hole and buried like a dead Jap because we were called "Dismounted Infantry" on the 15th and "Infantry" on the 22nd. I don't know who is to blame and don't care, but I do know that there is a mess of died-in-the-wool Cavalrymen hereabouts whose pride has been hurt no end. It was bad enough to dismount us and reorganize us along Infantry lines. We didn't complain about the better ratings men got nor have I heard anyone say they would not take a Combat Infantry badge. Our name is left us, however, as is the regimental flag from Texas National Guard days, and we are terrifically proud of them both. I know of at least one man who has lugged his spurs all the way in his jungle "infantry" pack, afraid to send them home because they are G.I. and refusing to give them up. At any rate, if you insist on being proper, you can treat us as the 1st Cavalry Division is treated and call us 124th Cavalry, dismounted. - Pfc. John Randolph, APO 218. |
EDGAR'S DILEMMA
Dear Roundup: The personnel of this Siganl Service Battalion has been deeply offended - even insulted - by your chow wallah correspondent Laytha. We refer, of course, to his article (Roundup-Mar. 8) headed "Graese's Mess Has Best Burma Chow." Laytha has violated the principal tenet of good journalism in that he failed to ascertain all the facts before writing the article. For this we cannot find it in our hearts to forgive him. The best mess in Burma, by popular acclaim (including members of Northern Combat Area Command Headquarters company) is that of this battalion. We feature daily meals that other outfits have only on Christmas. If Yard Bird - excuse me - Sgt. Laytha is not himself convinced of the truth of our claims once he has come out from under the influence of the Headquarter's mess press agent, we will promise him a ride back to delhi in Lord Louis Mountbatten's private plane with a cute blonde hostess for company. - 1st Sgt. Clyde O'Quinn, APO 218. |
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FORT OF KUTKAI The saw-toothed mountains bite the sky In the distant blue where the airmen fly. The dry, brown plains climb rolling hills, And then run down where the river spills - Where the river spills in clear, cold stream. And the scrub growth spreads its dusty green; Where scrubby trees spread scanty shade. And have a small oasis made. Stands an ancient fort on the nearest knob. Built by man and forgot by God. |
The molten sun bakes the red roof tile, And the walls are fallen in rubble pile, The stables stand where the horse was kept, But ruin is heaped where men once slept. The breeched wall apes like a toothless grin Where bricks fell down when the shells came in. A crater yawns in the central court Where a big bomb burst in the ancient fort. The ancient fort, its walls caved in, Has seen too much of the hate of men. From the days of old, when the swinging blade Brought men death in the fight they made. From the days of old, when the gate stood wide, To make a way for the lancers' ride. 'Til now ... hate speaks with big guns' roar, And the sky rains death on the plain's wide floor. The fort may go, but the hills will stand, As a battle place for warring man - As a battle ground through all tomorrows - A fertile field for sowing sorrows. - LT. ROLAND E. UPSHAW, 475th Infantry. |
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BLUES IN ASSAM Tune: Blues In The Night My instructor done tol' me, when I was a kay-det My instructor done tol' me, Son, If you're over in Assam don't fly Combat Cargo For they have one word, that's law. And that word is "tonnage." And it will give you and every air crew The Blues In Assam See the rain a-fallin' Hear the C.O. callin' Tonnage-- Get into the gray Don't sir here all day! He's a worrisome thing Who'll lead you to sing The Blues In Assam From Dinjan to Bhamo from Ledo to Mogaung. Wherever the monsoons blow: I've been in some tight spots. I've run into Zeros. But there is one thing I know: My last trip to Momauk Was a worrisome thing that would lead you to sing |
The Blues In Assam Hear the Group a-callin' Hear the Squadron squallin' Tonnage-- We want more tonnage-- It's a worrisome thing That'll lead you to sing The Blues In Assam. From Jorhat to Kunming from Assam to China Wherever the ground fog's low If a prop's in full feather in the worst kind of weather There's always one thing I know There's no place to land it It's a worrisome thing that'll lead you to sing The Blues In Assam Hear the Chinese cryin' Hear the Limeys sighin' Ammo-- Bring us the ammo. The groceries and ammo They're worrisome things That'll lead you to sing The Blues In Assam. |
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