Theater Air Chiefs
For Major Generals
WASHINGTON - President Roosevelt has sent to the Senate for confirmation the nominations of Brig. Gen. Clayton Bissell, 10th Air Force chief, and Brig. Gen. Claire Chennault, commander of the newly-formed 14th Air Force, to be major generals.
Included in the President's nominations for general officers is Col. William E. Bergin, Theater G-1, for the rank of brigadier general.
Pity the 1st Sergeant who has to call out the names of these five fellows, newly arrived in this Theater.
The general pronunciation of each can be achieved by the use of a heavily-muted, polysyllabic sneeze. The names:
Sgts. Raymond C. Andruszkiewicz, Mitchell Wojciechowski, James C. Schlegelmilch, Pfcs. Wassil Szlachlionshyam, Jr., Bernard L. Vannieuwenhoven and Stanley J. Wojciechowski.
WE ALWAYS WEAR PANTS OURSELVES
We don't know how we missed it all this time but both the 10th Air Force and SOS issued identical uniform regulations months ago. The regulations, which have been neither rescinded nor amended, have one extremely enlightening paragraph - to wit:
"Officers and warrant officers may wear any of the prescribed uniforms except that trousers WILL be worn on social occasions and in the evening."
Mail for this Theater, accumulating at New York from Feb. 9 to 27, 1943, has been lost, according to an announcement by Lt. Col. E. E. White, Theater Postal Officer.
This mail consisted of 481 sacks of parcel post and 13 pouches of letters, including one pouch of registered mail.
In Washington, it was announced that 2,000 sacks of mail for American servicemen in India, China, Iceland, North Africa, Egypt and England were lost in recent weeks, as the result of submarine action.
PER DIEM HILL NOW REDUCED TO MOUND
After one of the most glorious battles in United States Army history the "Battle of Per Diem Hill" was lost last Sunday.
Rivaling the defense of Bataan and presenting a casualty list the equal of Custer's Last Stand the "Per Diem" lads were forced out of the Marian Hotel and now occupy new positions in a barracks. Officers' per diem is cut to $3 effective April 1.
The enlisted men took their evacuation with customary Army philosophy. "The food is better, anyway," they said. Said the officers:
"Well, - !"
in the home I left behind
sweet Mother of mine
In her favorite chair she's sitting,
and she's rocking to and fro
And she's praying God's protection
be with me where'er I go
Years have placed their mark upon her,
Time has turned her hair to grey.
The burdens of a world on her shoulders rest,
placed by the sorrows of her day.
Though her hands are worn with toil and task,
and her step is not as spry,
A saintly smile still wreaths her face
and love still shines in her eye.
God blessed the world when He made her,
none other can take her place.
For He gave to her His greatest gift,
the beauty of His Love and Grace.
And now while the world in madness strides,
as war still stalks in the East,
There's still one place in my mother's heart,
where I'll always be in Peace.
Lt. KEN HARRIS
A place some of you've never seen.
Where the buildings grow right up to the sky,
And the grass is forever green.
Where there's music, and love, and laughter.
Where there's song and dancing and tears.
Where a man can do just what he likes
With no Nazi Gestapo fears.
Where the West is still wild, in its own time anyway.
And a man's best friend is a man
Where friendship thrives, hospitality reigns,
From every outstretched hand.
Where you're a stranger once, and then
You call everyone "Tom" or "Jack";
Your neighbor who met you only yesterday
Will give you "the shirt off his back."
Where they say "Hello" with a great big smile,
And they mean it, every bit.
You can go to a dance, and join in the fun.
Not, because you're a stranger, just sit.
Where a man is a man, and his eyes are as clear
As the big blue sky up above him.
Where his girl is a lovely thing to him.
And she's mighty darn proud of him.
Where a man can worship, can love, or say
Just whatever he thinks is right.
Where he can start from scratch, and be President,
If he'll stay right in there and fight.
I could write on and on of this heavenly place,
But you wouldn't really understand
Unless you had actually been there -
To my home, my native land.
But I'll go back some day, and I hope 'twill be soon.
And altho I'll ne'er again roam
I thank God for this war, 'cause to me it has proved
That there's no other place like home.
So Musolini, Hitler, and all you Axis guys
If you think you can whip guys like me,
With cowardly acts like Pearl Harbor, and Wake.
Just keep right on trying, you'll see.
We've too much to live for, and nothing to gain
By giving our "Heaven" to Japs.
We'll fight you to death, and as God is our judge,
We'll wipe you right off the maps.
So if you should want to buy a world globe
Having mapped the isle of Japan.
You had better hurry and buy it, my friend
'Cause the time's fast passing when you can!
Sgt. AUBREY D. DICKEY
Be good to him, dear God
And treat him kindly up there
Give him the things he deserved
Before he left down here.
Instead of an Army cot
Give him the softest bed
Instead of the mosquito net
Let the Angels fan his head.
Instead of his parachute
Give a pair of silver wings
Please, dear Lord, substitute
Many, many things.
Instead of the Army mess
Give him food for a king
Take away all O.D.
And let him do most anything.
Let him have a dog in heaven
And let him call her "Falps"
For he loved that dog down here
And she loved him, too, perhaps.
Instead of identification tags
Give him the keys of heaven
That he may open wide the gates
To welcome home all seven.
Give him a golden crown
And upon it "Hero" engrave
But let him wear his uniform
For he wore it like a man
Yes, we are proud of his uniform
For he died for Uncle Sam.
Lt. MARY McHALE
It's nothing at all
And strange it seems to me
So very small
Could bring such ecstasy.
But just your pen
Within you hand
Is the magic that's required
To change something
To something so desired.
Lt. E. J. LIPSTEIN