Oh, East is East and West is West, and never the twain shall meet.|
'Til all the lands stand presently at God's great judgment seat;
But there is no east, there is no West, no border nor breed nor birth,
When two brave men stand face to face -
though they come from the ends of the earth. - Kipling
|A group of Burma Raiders inspects a map of the strange new territory in which they are fighting the Japs.|
|It's breakfast time in the jungle for this group of Infantrymen, cooking a steak given them by Kachin tribesmen.|
|Gun cleaning occupies the attention of Sgt. Seabrook Bowen, left, and Pfc. Tom Dubois.|
|A column of men and animals cross a bridge on their way toward the front.|
|Kachins present a goat to Brig. Gen. Frank Merrill, commanding the Raiders.|
|Medical aid men dress the chest wound of Sgt. Paul Tibbs in the combat sector.|
|Crew of an 81mm mortar awaits fire orders, burrowed into a hole made by a 500-pound bomb.|
|Laundry and bathing are done simultaneously by T/5 Ed Jacoboski in a jungle stream.|
|Two officers - Lts. Paul Bergman, left, and Alvin Effron - discuss news in air-dropped magazine.|
When the dawn comes up like blunder
Out of China 'cross the" Hump."
And I sit here thinkin', shrinkin',
In this blinkin', dinkin' dump.
Oh, I'd give a million dollars
Just to get a drink of "pop"
or to talk for just five minutes
With an old-time city cop
Oh, I wish that I were home again
In any old cafe.
And I'd take the dingiest barmaid
To the fairest here today;
For her skirt may've once been yellow
And her cap, it might be green
But they surely are the dirtiest,
That I have ever seen.
Oh. Kipling may have kissed her
In the cow dung where she stood.
And it might be that he liked it,
But I don't see how he could.
Yes, the temple bells are callin',
But it's not here that I would be;
It's the rumbling of the subway
At Times Square that's callin' me.
On the road to far Cathay.
Where the flying' beasties play.
And they sting you and they wing you
From Chungking to Mandalay.
- By Cpl. JOHN D. MURRAY