CBI Roundup
VOL. II        NO. 33        REG NO. L5015        DELHI,  THURSDAY                                         APRIL  27,  1944.
Chinese  Tanks  Rout  Japanese  In  Savage  Fight
    MOGAUNG VALLEY - Lt. Gen. Joseph W. Stilwell's Chinese forces were two mailed fists hammering at the Japanese this week. The right fist was the 22nd Division, which threaded its punches down the main Mogaung Valley Road, while the left was the 38th Division, which hooked a series of stinging blows east of the main communications artery.
  After stubborn opposition, the tight knot of Jap resistance at Warazup fell to the 22nd Division, moving astride the main road. Communiqués were sketchy and the only hint that the two adversaries had come to grips was contained in a few lines which told of the forging of the river just south of the village. In this encounter, in which the Chinese Tank Corps was called upon for assistance, 100 Japs were reported killed.
  Meanwhile, other units of the 22nd swept to the west of Warazup, across the Wora River and advanced to the south to within a half mile of Inkangahtawng.

  Coordinated infantry and tank attacks made this penetration of Jap defense lines near Inkangahtawng possible. Two infantry-tank actions within a three-day period accounted for approximately 300 enemy casualties, while 10 machine gun positions were overrun, a number of dug-in positions crushed and 50 pack animals destroyed.
  It was a beautiful piece of teamwork which kayoed a potential stumbling block. Working just north of a small tributary of the Mogaung River, the light tanks drove in towards the foothills, moving generally from west to east. Infantry with automatic weapons followed swiftly behind the tanks, which sprayed 37mm and machine gun fire at the Jap positions. Once when the infantry hit a small pocket that had not been eliminated, the tanks wheeled around and turned fire upon the positions with deadly effect.

  Advancing from Tingring, the 38th moved south to the Lahkaw, next stream wandering from east to west to the Mogaung River. Here the Chinese continued to advance against heavy enemy artillery fire and through pockets of resistance and had reached Manaogahtawng and Ngumgahtawng. Farther east, the Chinese moved to within a few thousand yards northwest of Warong, which is five miles south of the positions at Nhpum now occupied by Brig. Gen. Frank Merrill's Burma Raiders.
  In the Mansum area, 24 miles west of the main Mogaing Valley road, other elements of the 38th Division enveloped a strong Japanese position, inflicting many casualties, fended off a light enemy counter-attack and, a day later, routed a patrol.
  Kachin Levies and Ghurkas continued their harassment along the Sumprabum-Myitkyina Road. They reported capturing three horses and killing six Japs north of Nsopzup, encountering heavy automatic fire in the Fort Hertz areas and staging a night ambush in which darkness did not afford assessment of casualties.
  A delayed report told of a meeting in the Hukawng Valley between Stilwell and Gen. Joseph Lentaigne, new commander of the Chindits. "Complete agreement was reached by us," the British leader declared. "I was deeply impressed by the American and Chinese will to win and their all-out effort to exterminate the Japanese." Stilwell expressed his thanks for the Chindits' actions in severing the enemy's main lines of communication to Myitkyina.

Ann Jeffreys, Powers model, assumes a snakey pose as she wears her co-bra, a pair of cobra snake skins sent her by a G.I. in Burma. These she fashioned into a brassiere top that captures the imagination more than somewhat.

    WASHINGTON - A recent public statement by President Roosevelt has emphasized that American objectives in India or elsewhere on the Continent of Asia are strictly military - to expel and defeat the Japanese.
  "We recognize," he declared, "that our British and Dutch brothers-in-arms are as determined to throw the Japs out of Malaya and the Dutch East Indies as we are determined to free the Philippines.
  "There will, of course, be plenty of problems when we get there. Their solution will be easier if we all employ our utmost resources of experience, good-will and good faith. Nobody in India or anywhere else in Asia will misunderstand the presence there of American Armed Forces if they will believe, as we do at home, that their job is to assure the defeat of Japan, without which there can be no opportunity for any of us to enjoy and expand the freedoms for which we fight."

American Ships In Indian Ocean

    CEYLON - Vessels of the U.S. Navy are now operating with the British Far Eastern Fleet under the command of Adm. Sir John Somerville in the Indian Ocean, it was announced by SEAC.
  It was also stated that this American force took part in the Allied raid on Sabang and Lhonga Airfield on Sumatra, which resulted in destroying of Japanese oil installations. It was also announced by SEAC that 80 percent of the planes that took part in the raid were American-made.
  The raid cost the Japs 22 aircraft on the ground, while hits were scored on two enemy merchant ships and two destroyer escort vessels. Somerville said that his fleet was made up of Dutch and French units in addition to his British and American force. His fleet also shelled Sabang after the bombing.

PRIVATE LOUIE            By Somerville


    NEW DELHI - Allied communication lines to Assam, including the supply route to Lt. Gen. Joseph W. Stilwell's forces in the Mogaung Valley, are no longer in danger of being severed by the Jap invaders of eastern India, says a SEAC communiqué this week.
  The SEAC release said that Allied strength has mounted to a height where any further threat to Dimapur (on the Bengal-Assam R.R.) has been removed.
  The Nip invaders, who hit across the Chindwin River the first week in March, faced increasing difficulties this week, as their offensive against Kohima failed. British troops, advancing from Dimapur, broke the Jap road blocks and relieved the besieged Kohima garrison.

  The following facts, as released by the British, made the Jap position look perilous: (1) Chindit activity continued to strike at enemy supply bases across the Chindwin River in Burma. (2) The rapidly-approaching monsoon finds the Nips holding positions on high mountain slopes, which will be deluged by water for five months after the monsoon starts. (3) Although the Japs may be able to live off the land, they must still transport their ammunition along tenuous mountain trails from Burma and these trails may be impassable once the rain starts.

  The British add to that their great aerial superiority and the problem of the Japs in attempting to get armored vehicles over their narrow trails. If the Nips hope to venture into the Imphal Plain for a direct attack on Imphal, the British believe they must have strong armored support, and barring a transportation miracle they don't see how the sons of Tojo can get heavy armor into India.
  The British report that fighting continues for the Silchar-Bishenpur track, west of Imphal. Silchar is on a spur of the railroad that connects to the Bengal-Assam line. British troops are 30 miles from Imphal, advancing along the Ukhral Road.


    ALONG THE LEDO ROAD - Cold rain spilled out of the deep gray sky. Slowly the towering mud bank was being whittled down. All day long these two evil gremlins of the Ledo Road - muck and mire - bitterly challenged the Engineering soldier on his snorting bulldozer.
  Finally, the sweating, fuming G.I. jerked the big cat to an abrupt stop, wiping beads of perspiration and rain from his brow.
  A jeep came splashing up the road and stopped beside the steaming machine. Smiling crisply, a second lieutenant leaned out and asked, "Is this the road to New York?"
  The startled G.I. stared at the officer momentarily, then slyly retorted, "Yes sir. Follow this dirt road for another mile, then take the wide paved highway to the right!" - By CPL. C. M. BUCHANAN.


Shark-nosed P-40's of the Blitzer Squadron, new models of the most venerated 14th A.F. combat plane, stand ready to protect the Air Transport Command route into China.

    From across The Hump, the Roundup has received this set of pictures from Lt. Col. Frank DeK. Huyler, with the remark: "We hope they will be of use to you as a layout."
  You betcha, Colonel.
  Several of these pictures of Maj. Gen. C. L. Chennault's "Flying Tigers" depict the action which took place during an enemy air raid when 45 planes of a Jap force of bombers and fighters were either confirmed, probable or damaged.
  In the picture immediately below, Maj. Edward Nollmeyer is shown, third from left, describing how he shot down his fifth enemy plane to earn ace honors. Nollmeyer has since gone home.
  Fourteenth Air Force bases are constantly prepared to send their planes aloft at the sign of an alert, which comes often in China.
  There is no questioning the superiority of the 14th A.F. fighter pilots over their Jap adversaries in the skies over Old Cathay. This is re-emphasized every time an aerial duel is waged. While Chennault's air force does not always emerge unscathed, his pilots maintain their ratio of victories over Hirohito's airmen.

Six confirmed, six probables. That's the bag just collected by these pilots of the Flying Horse Squadron.
Stan Sherrow paints a shark's mouth as Chinese approves.
Two sergeants clean guns and check ammunition on a P-38, a comparative newcomer to China's skies.

When an alert sounds, reaction is prompt and decisive. As shown here, the pilots leg it for their planes as fast as they can scamper, to give battle to the enemy.
Armorers service a P-40 of the China Blitzers. Everything must be in readiness for possibility of an alert.

After a successful mission, a P-40 of the China Blitzers maneuvers into position for a landing at the home field.
At an outlying 14th A.F. base, alert crews are served chow on the line after defending against Jap raiders and are ready to take off again immediately in the eventuality of another attack.



    ALONG THE LEDO ROAD - The Brown Bomber . . Tokyo Roadster . . Destiny . . At first glance, such names might be expected to be connected with mighty, four-engined bombers bent on missions of destruction.
  But not along the Ledo Road. Here these names belong, not to sleek sky raiders, but to massive Army supply trucks which daily ply the Ledo Road with sinews of war for Lt. Gen. Joseph W. Stilwell's Mogaung Valley forces. Here the hard work of pulling the heavily-laden truck through Burma jungles is lightened for imaginative G.I.'s by the affectionate names with which they have individualized what the Army calls trucks, two and one-half ton cargo, six by six.
  It seems that there's no particular pattern for G.I. tastes in truck naming. Some go in for belligerent appellations, such as Jap Buster and Cannon Ball. Others favor the sentimental theme, with cognomens like Darling, Sweet Pea and Madame X. Some glorify the old home town or state, with names such as Indiana Kid, Cape Cod, Chattanooga Choo Choo, while an over-sized wrecking truck identifies itself to Assam-Burma spectators as Big Dick From Pa.
  One thing is certain, poker pals are duly warned by one G.I. who has named his chariot Mr. Six Aces. And there's the sad state of confusion exhibited by a certain corpulent corporal, who can't make up his mind. His six-by-six carries the tender name of Jean on one door, and Kathryn on the other.

The graphic picture of a twisted, shattered ship in Bombay Harbor demonstrates a part of the havoc wrought.
As fire ravages the harbor and surrounding area, clouds of smoke billow skywards over the contrasting peaceful scene of the rail yard.
These freight cars, however, were less fortunate. Parked near the docks, they bore the full brunt of explosion and fire.

 Fishwrapper Taken To Task For Editorial

    (EDITOR'S NOTE - Seldom has any Roundup editorial received such a mixture of accolade and pen-lashing as "Tricky Question" (March 30), in which we regarded with an extremely dim view an interview given a Stateside fishwrapper by M/Sgt. B. C. (Bud) Gleeson upon his return to Shangri La. In joshing fashion, we used it as an example of some of the tall tales told by a few CBI-landers upon their return home. "Bravo," lauded many of our readers. "You bum," roared as many others. Today we give you excerpts of one of the pan letters, proving that the Roundup is not above criticism or giving the whole picture. The writer didn't sign his name, but in the interests of fearless journalism we're willing to overlook this fact.)
  Dear sir:
  Well, gents, here it is, straight from the shoulder. Please bear with us and read this from beginning to end. It might do you jokers some good to listen to the truth once in a while.
  You not only ridiculed M/Sgt. B. C. (Bud) Gleeson, and so much as called the man a liar and braggart, but also tried to paint the average G.I. up here as a "B.T.O." from the word "go." Feeling is running high, and, if New Delhi were just a few hundred miles closer, the Staff and Office of you establishment would be mobbed and left a bloody mess just on general principles.
  Knowing the man in question as we do, we demand an apology on your part, and, if necessary, we would like to meet and shake down the guy (or guys) responsible for such an outrage.
  In the first place, Bud isn't the sort of a fellow to exaggerate, and we know that the hooey YOU printed was never uttered by him. We saw the newspaper clipping you mentioned, and we are here to tell you that the reporter in this case was fully to blame for stretching the truth and messing up everything in general. Personally, we don't give a damn what YOU think, because we know the truth.
  Jap spies and saboteurs HAVE been contacted in this area, but we never bother to ask questions - but shoot first. If you want us to cite an instance, we can upon request.
  As far as the "hacked" bodies of men who ventured out after dark, that has happened, too. However, that is not generally known because of the "hush-hush" policy around here.
  Speaking of tigers, we know of one instance not long ago when two men clearing a landing strip were killed by one. If you want the name of the man who shot and killed same animal, we'll give you that on request. We've had black leopards (and the spotted variety, too) for basha pets, and right now we're deliberating on getting rid of one because he's so damned big we can't trim his claws anymore.
  Now you think your heavy and medium bombers are the only ones that can do any bombing. Our old ATC workhorses have cleared the routes of Jap menaces by our own methods of bombing and strafing. not with 50's and the regulation fin type bomb, but with Tommies and Brens and with any type of bomb available. Naturally, in retaliation, the Japs don't always leave us unmolested. This may or may not clear up any puns you want to throw at ATC ships
coming in with 100 or more bullet holes in them. Such things HAVE happened. After all, this is a combat zone.
  You birds stationed at that "hard" station of New Delhi think that we of the ATC are a bunch of conceited braggadocios, but if (and that's a big IF) we are, we have every right to be. After all, the boys of APO 629 (Chabua, India) were partially responsible for the ATC in the CBI Theater being awarded the Presidential Unit Citation. Bud Gleeson did his share, too, and he was the kingpin around here for a long time. Nobody ever said an unkind word about him until your March 30 scandal sheet appeared. That did it. Gentlemen, you ought to be ashamed of yourselves.
  It makes little difference whether you print this or not - at least we have the satisfaction of knowing we got somebody told off. This article was made up by the entire Engineering personnel of Station 6, APO 629. We can send you a complete roster of these men on request.
  (Consider us properly told off - Ye Ed)

14th Air Force Sinks Six Jap Ships In Daring Raid

    14TH A.F. HQ. - For the first time in the war, Liberators of the 14th Air Force struck a devastating blow against Japanese shipping off Cape Saint Jacque, near Saigon, on the southern tip of French Indo-China. Six ships including three 350-foot tankers, one 300-foot freighter, one 350-foot freighter and a small navel vessel totaling about 20,000 tons, were destroyed.
  The Japs were completely surprised by the long-range mission. Direct hits were scored on every vessel. The tankers, apparently loaded with fuel cans, exploded and burned fiercely. One freighter was blown completely apart.

  At the same time, B-24's destroyed a three-span railroad bridge south of Vinh, also in French Indo-China. P-40's carried out an offensive reconnaissance on April 22 along the roads in northern Burma. Ten boxcars, parked on a siding northeast of Lashio, were strafed, and a truck was destroyed.
  Other B-24's, on a sea sweep of the South China Coast, were intercepted the day before by two Japanese planes. Gunners from one of the planes destroyed both of the enemy aircraft.

  Fighter planes earlier in the week went to the aid of Chinese-American ground troops in the Mogaung Valley. They attacked Jap supply lines in northern Burma, destroying eight trucks and damaging one. Five steam rollers were destroyed near Bhamo. Other fighters on a offensive reconnaissance east and west of Takowy Ferry, attacked buildings and a bridge used by Tojo supply columns.
  Mitchells also were active during the week, bombing and damaging a two-span bridge at Thanh Moi, in French Indo-China. Fighters strafed and sank a 50-foot ferry at Takaw in Burma during the same operations. From these missions, all 14th Air Force planes returned safely.

Burma Raiders Enjoy Wild Pig
Sometimes the Burma Raiders of Brig. Gen. Frank Merrill's American troops live off the country. T/5 Robert I. Tierney, Danbury, Conn., shows off a small pig that he just killed in the brush of Burma and which later was roasted.
Pilot Walks Home From Jap Welcome Party;
Comrades Hold Eager Hosts At Bay

    ASSAMESE-BASED FIGHTER SQUADRON - His fighter plane was on fire, only 100 feet off the ground, and starting to nose down in the vicinity of the Jap-held town in Burma that Lt. Irvin Jenkins, Jr., had just finished strafing.
  But the Great Pilot was not to add Jenkins to his roll call.
  Suddenly, his plane chandelled up to 500 feet. He opened the canopy. Flames licked past the cockpit . . the entire front of the ship was afire. His first attempt to get out was abortive, air pressure pushing him back. He tried again; this time he was successful.
  Jenkins pulled the ripcord. His 'chute opened immediately. Knowing there were Japs in the town who were watching, he pulled hard on the shroud lines to reach the ground in as much speed as possible.
  When he landed in some tall grass, the fighter pilot started moving, jaldi, in the opposite direction of the Nips. The other three ships of his flight kept circling between Jenkins and the town, firing bursts into the enemy as they passed it. "It really made me feel good," the Texan later related, "because I knew that the Japs would be afraid to come after me as long as my buddies were up there."
  The three planes continued to circle the area until dark. Lt. John R. Cook, of Pittsburgh, Jenkins' roommate, remained so long that he ran out of gas on his landing peel-off and landed dead stick at night on a short, narrow strip where there were only the headlights of four jeeps to show him corners of the field.
  Jenkins walked, waded and swam by day . . rested by night. The second day he saw a large tiger. It walked to a position 50 to 75 yards away, but never turned its head in the pilot's direction.
  Finally, the weary pilot reached a point where there was an advanced detachment of friendly troops.
  His first question was gastronomical: "Have you guys got anything to eat?"
  With the aid of two elephants and tiny liaison planes, Jenkins not only returned to his own unit but also brought 11 sick and wounded soldiers with him to a hospital unit.
  Jenkins' observations:
  "I'm in better shape than I have been in some time, even though I lost 10 pounds from walking hard and not eating for the first few days.
  "I couldn't have asked for anything better for walking than G.I. shoes and wool socks.
  "I had a few bad moments in the ship while it was on fire and I was worried the first hour I was on the ground, but from then on I actually enjoyed myself.
  "I saw some of the most beautiful country I've ever seen - good for hunting and fishing. I should like to return some day, but under slightly different circumstances."

March 27 Lucky Day For Pilot

    APO 629 (Chabua, India) - March 27 is a red letter day for Lt. Joseph B. Patton of a fighter squadron here.
  It is his birthday; he was inducted into the USAAF on that date in 1942, and on March 27, 1943, he flew his first tactical plane, a P-40.
  On March 27, 1944, he took part in a four-ship fighter flight that set what is believed to be a new Theater record in combat. The quartet downed seven bombers and one fighter out of a Jap force of nine bombers and six fighters. Another bomber was listed as a probable.
  Patton was credited with a bomber and the fighter. Lts. Ralph E. Ward and Gale H. Lyon smacked down two bombers apiece, while F/O Samuel E. Hammer got a like number.
  Patton is currently wondering what March 27, 1945 holds for him. If an Indian fortune teller tells him, "March 27 is your lucky day," he might agree.


    The Roundup is indebted to The Slipstream, official G.I. organ of a Central India air depot, for a tale of strange Indian ways which tops all predecessors, and of two G.I.'s who claim they're ready to go back to Shangri-La, because they've seen everything now.
  For no good reason, they decided to take a tour through a local prison. Things went uneventfully until, to their amazement, they came face to face with two unpleasant-looking water buffaloes, whose pawings and snortings at the sight of the visitors indicated that they were not only no Fedinands, but also they had not heard of "hands across the sea" or the good neighbor policy.
  The G.I.'s were about to do a Superman over one of the walls, when they noticed that the buffaloes were heavily chained, which revived their courage considerably. But what, they thought, were buffaloes doing inside a prison?
  Records showed that animals were legitimate inmates, having been duly sentenced by an Indian civil court to 10 to 20 years' imprisonment - for destroying property and creating disturbances.
  Ah, India!

Self-Sacrifice By G.I. Saves Face For C.O.

    APO 689 (North Burma) - Now it can be told - but not to the commanding officer of an Engineering unit at this base whose sensitive feelings were dutifully protected by one of the Army's most self-sacrificing orderlies.
  Caught short without a mess kit of his own just before a recent full field inspection here, the orderly grabbed a mess kit from the officers' mess and raced to his bunk just in time to get it displayed before the coldly critical gaze of the C.O. himself.
  That august personage's face went red with ire when he saw the pilfered kit. Waving it under the orderly's nose, the C.O. divested himself of the weighty opinion that no one who even pretended to be a soldier would be caught dead with such dirty equipment, to say nothing of eating from it. The C.O. was in good form, and talked several minutes without repeating himself.
  The orderly stared straight ahead, not the slightest shadow of a smile flickering across his manly pan.
  The C.O., of course, was talking about his own mess kit.


    There was an empty chair in the Roundup office this week, and the cynical collection of screwballs who fill up those 12 pages have often caught one another gazing at it sentimentally.
  It is the chair where, for more than two years, T/Sgt. jack Nolan searched his waggish mind every week to create another situation for Cpl. Gee Eye, the droll, irascible little cartoon character that CBI-land learned to regard fondly as a flesh-and-blood personality.
  On War Department orders, Nolan is en route to Shangri La for a new assignment, taking his diminutive buddy with him.
  To our way of thinking, Nolan's Cpl. gee Eye is the most refreshing cartoon personality born during this war, Sgt. George baker's Sad Sack, the pathetic little figure who can never do anything right, and Sgt. Bill Mauldin's war-weary, unshaven Joe are admittedly G.I. classics. But neither is hardly as engaging as Cpl. Gee Eye, who bobs up irrepressibly to the top of every situation as spiritedly as a cork in water. He is the epitome of the ability of Mr. Average Soldier to relieve monotony, time, place and circumstance with humor delightfully American.
  When blue-eyed, curly-haired, 24-year-old Nolan departed, the Roundup lost the last-remaining member of the original staff with which then Capt. now Maj. Fred Eldridge, since transferred to another assignment, first put the paper to press on Set. 17, 1942. Eldridge plucked Nolan from a station in the hot, dusty Sind Desert where he spent his first three months after the Brazil touched a West India port.
  It was on the Brazil that Cpl. Gee Eye was born in the bowels of a liner that in 12 hurry-up days was transformed into a troopship. During the 60-day period the vessel wandered the seas, Nolan drew the first Cpl. Gee Eye to illustrate a song the guys of his outfit were singing. His buddies tacked it on the bulletin board. Not long after, the C.O. called him into his office and asked him to draw four identical cartoons each day for the Brazil's bulletin boards.
  Cpl. Gee Eye proved to be a tremendous morale factor during the trip, which was hardly what you could call a pleasure cruise. Quarters were cramped. Food spoiled. Hardboiled eggs were served so often everyone started sprouting feathers. Nolan lost 20 pounds because he couldn't eat during the final 16 days of the historic journey.
  Nolan used his cartoon character to introduce humor into situations that had many G.I.'s dauber down. At trip's end, the C.O. presented him a written citation. That appeared to have written finis to Cpl. Gee Eye's antics, but the Roundup was born and Nolan was recommended to be its staff artist.
  The drawing bug bit Nolan at New York Industrial High School. Upon graduation he joined Max Fleischer's Studios as a paint boy at the tender age of 16. Later, he switched affiliations to Paul Terrytoons as a background artist at New Rochelle, N.Y., until those familiar "greetings" arrived on Oct. 24, 1941.
  The Army molded Nolan into a message center operator at Fort Monmouth, N.J. That's what he was when he shipped overseas.
  Cpl. Gee Eye's boss is as Irish as Paddy's pig. Although his dese and dose suggest Brooklyn, he stoutly maintains he's from Manhattan - 500 West 213th St., to be exact.
  The hobby horse Nolan rides is a bicycle. "Some guys play baseball, I push pedals," he explains. In pre-Pearl Harbor days, Nolan competed in every type of competition from the half-mile track sprint to the 100-mile cross-country mountain race in every major city from Boston to Miami. When the six-day bike races came to Madison Square Garden, Mother Nolan made a mental note to give him up for lost for the week.
  Think not that Cpl. Gee Eye's boss restricted himself to drawing his weekly cartoon panel. His duties about the office were multitudinous, and, not being able to say "no," he worked for everyone who asked - and requests for the use of his talent were so numerous that it was a unique night when the light over his drawing board wasn't burning.

The C.B.I. Roundup is a weekly newspaper of the United States Army Forces published by and for the men in China, Burma, and India, from news and pictures supplied by staff members, soldier correspondents, the United Press, OWI and Army News Service. 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 Capt. Floyd Walter, Headquarters, U.S.A.F., C.B.I., New Delhi, and should arrive not later than Sunday in order to make that week's issue. Pictures must arrive by Saturday and must be negatives or enlargements. Stories should contain full name and organization of sender.

APRIL  27,  1944    

Original issue of C.B.I. Roundup shared by Ruth Canney, widow of CBI veteran John Canney.

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