China-Based Fighters Wallop Jap Invaders
Of 40 Jap bombers and fighters which raided Kunming recently, 15 were destroyed and 10 more were probably destroyed by American P-40's which intercepted and chased the mission off in disorder. According to the brief report, a few bombs were dropped harmlessly on the outskirts of the city.
Meanwhile, a news item reaching the Roundup from the War Department reveals that Lt. Charles Chrysler, of Kenmore, N.Y., shot down four out of five enemy planes on a combat mission.
Until the Roundup started investigating, it appeared, to our chagrin, as if the Philadelphia Evening Bulletin had scooped the hell out of us. And, according to its own nation-wide advertising, "almost everybody reads the Evening Bulletin."
Reported the Philly fishwrapper, Pfc. Bob Blitman, a native son, was back in town from the C.B.I. Theater - and a good thing it was for the Jap, too.
There was Master Blitman's picture, spread over two columns and looking as grim and fearless as William the Conqueror. A sob sister for the Philly sheet had rhetorical diarrhea for four columns of solid type telling how Blitman, a one-man gang, had practically driven the Jap out of Burma single-handed.
On the strength of the newspaper story, Blitman had made several public appearances and the outline of an extended lecture tour began to take shape.
And the Roundup, sound asleep, had not devoted as much as a single line to the hero's departure for the States.
This, admittedly, was gross journalistic negligence on our part - until the facts were gathered and appraised.
Then the Evening Bulletin started to look as bad as mustard on ice cream. The glib Blitman had very neatly pulled the wool over the paper's eyes.
Truth of the matter was that Blitman, after arriving at a West India port on the Brazil, had never left its confines. This rugged Jap-fighter had earned his private first class (plus 20 percent overseas) pay for toting mail.
Upon discovery of the hoax, Maj. Gen. Clayton L. Bissell, commanding general of the 10th Air Force, sent all pertinent information to the Commanding General, Army Air Forces, Washington, D.C.
"If disciplinary action is taken," he asked, "it is requested that this Headquarters be informed, as dissemination of such information will undo the harm done and at the same time discourage others from passing on similar untruths."
Feast your eye on this trenchant sentence in the first paragraph of the Philly sheet's yarn: "Gold and silver stars indicate the campaigns of Rangoon and Lashio." Or a sentence in the following paragraph: "He looks as if he might have been playing a part in a high school play instead of roaring through hot Oriental skies these past months." (You're not kidding, sister.)
After regaling the sob sister with the stories of two whirlwind courtships, the irrepressive Blitman next told of his exploits in China.
It was in Kunming (he reminisced) that he met Gabby. But she was an American, through and through, sleek, efficient and beautiful, a Flying Fortress (Nobody in Kunming has yet seen an operational B-17.) The battle of Burma was in full swing and there was no time to lose. He was promptly hustled into Gabby - to start, he confided to the credulous sob sister, 78 combat hours over Rangoon and Lashio.
Here our hero got his dates a little mixed. The battle for Burma was completed before the Brazil snuggled into dock.
Then tragedy struck. Blitman was too slow getting into a slit trench. A bomb fragment knifed his knee. "There was so much noise," he related, "that it burst an ear drum, too, and I wasn't much good for a while."
Suddenly our hero began to notice he needed oxygen at 8,000 feet when the others didn't use it until 14,000 feet. (The altitude at the West Indian port, where Blitman was a model mail orderly, was at sea level.) "Alas," he confided, "the medicos informed me that I had asthma and sent me home."
It was a grim war for Master Blitman.
|Nothing like a hearty breakfast to start off the day. There's plenty of work to be done.
|When a particular type of equipment is not available, they devise their own.
|Cargo is unloaded quickly so the ship may return for more.
|Cpl. Menre Collins gets his hair cut by Pvt. Bill Joiner, while Pvt. Joe Bryant shaves himself.
|The soldiers find a church far from home. The padre is delighted to welcome them into his place of worship.
|Once hatches are open, strong backs start bending toward the task of unloading the ship. Every man knows his job well.
|Work continues - from dawn to dusk. After dark, soldier-stevedores come down the gang-plank past an ever-present Indian sentry.
|In stocking feet, the soldier-stevedores visit an Indian temple during off-duty hours.
|Sgts. Whaley and Oliver jump under the refreshing showers.
|An official "time out." The baseball game is obligingly halted to allow and Indian gederya (shepherd) to guide his little flock across the diamond. Soon the contest is started again, to the bewilderment of the Indians.
SHIP ME ANYPLACE
Ship me anyplace, I'm a Yankee fighting man.
Ship me anyplace and I'll do the best I can.
I'm not a flashy hero or one of your men among men.
I'm just an ordinary Yankee, just what I've always been.
I don't want any glory or claim any homage due.
Just give me my own sweet home when this bloody war is through.
I'm in action everywhere upon the broad face of the earth.
Down under in Australia from Darwin south to Perth.
Across the vast Orient from Karachi to Chungking.
From Bangalore in India up in China to Kunming.
I'm stationed in North Africa to give the Axis hell.
And, going south to Capetown, you'll find me there as well.
On the islands that dot the Pacific, I've gained a firm control.
Japanese fleet beware, America is collecting her toll.
I'm living in merry old England in fog and in sunny clime.
I'm helping my British cousins to rid the world of crime.
Wherever I face my enemies, be they Jap or bloody Hun.
They'll damn soon know they're fighting a tough American son.
We all must die sometime. What could be a better way
Than serving the country we love, the good old U.S.A.?
I couldn't think of a better way. We all must die, you see.
And my life will not have gone in vain, maintaining liberty.
Ship me anyplace, any old place at all
And when the battle is ended, if I don't answer the call,
From right where I have fell, lay me away to rest.
Stand above my grave and say: "Here lies one of the best."
Ship me anyplace I'm a Yankee fighting man.
Ship me anyplace and I'll do the best I can.
- By Cpl. HOWARD C. ALLEN
THE OLD AND THE NEW
The 10th Air Force has announced the awarding of 284 medals to officers and enlisted men. Of these, 104 received the Distinguished Flying Cross, 148 the Air Medal, eight the Silver Star, three the Oak Leaf Cluster to the Air Medal and one the Order of the Purple Heart.
Lts. Frank H. Paschang, Russell R. Pickett, Dean L. Rounds, Eugene M. Havey, Thomas D. Higgins, Jr., William S. May, Kenneth E. Padgett, William C. Powell, Robert D. Shreve, Paul P. Streitz, Cecil D. Williams, Franklin F. Yong, Melvin E. Bunch, Matthew C. Colley, Jack M. Collier, Freed K. Darragh, Jr., Harlan W. Gessner, Thomas G. Hay, James W. Hitchcock, Rae C. Kelley, Bruce L. Kreighbaum, Elmer B. Lynn, Samuel D. McBride, William A. McCauley, Frederick M. Pendoley, Jr., Laurence D. Putnam, Harry B. Ruble, James P. Segel, Charles H. Stehling, Eugean M. Watson, James M. Hamilton, Joseph W. Cunningham, Max J. Greenstein, Thomase B. Dyer, Dewey D. Busch, Clyde C. Cannon, John F. Charnell, Walter C. Stewart, Jr., Leonard A. Swanson, Richard L. Weis, Gordon H. Wilson, Joseph E. Byrne, Joseph B. Coambs, Hugo R. Ranz, Jr., Earl W. Healzer, Raymond A. Malloney, Paul J. Paskey, Phillip K. Stevens.
Flight Officers: William J. James, Thomas C. Blackshear, Cyrus F. Carter, Jr., Joseph F. Crane, Gilbert G. Fincher, Lloyd L. Marlaire, Robert C. Martin, Jr., Richard W. Plummer, James H. Short.
T/Sgts. Robert G. Downs, James W. Smith, Goerge S. Van Dyke, Raymond C. Zilikowski, John L. McCarthy, Arthur J. Darling, James A. Fisher, Charles Steinberg.
S/Sgts. Claude Daniels, Raymond E. Flood, Ronald B. Fuller, Richard E. Hoover, Adrian B. Phillips, Dales B. Russman, William H. Williams, Donald E. Gatchell, Clyde H. Mitchell, William W. Smith, Charles E. Wilderman, William J. Hunter, Robert L. Eletcher, Adrew J. Gillespie, Frank B. Hobbs, Richard C. Johnson, Raymond J. McGeehan, John H. McNeill, Jerald O. Peck, Lawrence D. Rademacher, Leonard C. Reynolds, Stanley W. Schmiett, Alfred T. Stank, Sidney S. Tronic, Albert A. Wagner.
Sgts. Tucker W. Byas, Glen P. Davis, Ralph S. Kaplan, John H. Kmiecik, Hugh J. McMillan, Joseph S. Panepinto, Henry E. Pickett, Virgil C. Howard, Clarence P. McGee, Samuel B. Blain, William H. Potthast, John S. Simms, Jr., Frederick V. Sunday, Vernon F. Willette.
Cpls. William N. Crandall, Samuel J. Davidson, Fred C. Fishbaugh, John M. Gallagher, George A. Grine, Henry J. Jankowski, Patrick E. Inipshield, William B. Malick, W. Maloney, Leland C. Purvis, Robert J. Terry, Richard D. Thomas, Marlow L. Zimmerman, Pvt. Vernon L. Thorson.
Lts. Verl C. Athey, Melvin E. Bunch, Matthew C. Colley, Jack M. Collier, Fred K. Darragh, Jr., Ronald J. Fruda, Harlan W. Gessner, John R. Humphries, Samuel D. McBride, Albert K. Moore, Frederick M. Pendoley, Jr., Thomas Ridgway, Jr., Gerald R. Shawder, Charles H. Stehline, Harrie L. Stewart, Harry M. Yedor, Troy Drew, Elmer Morse, Herbert F. Wunderlicht, Frederick C. Bock.
Flight Officers Cyrus F. Carter, Joseph F. Crane, Robert C. Martin, Jr., M/Sgts. F. Lindley, Stephen Ziminski.
S/Sgts. Irving V. Flax, Joseph J. Kowalski, Clde H. Mitchell.
Sgt. Clarence P. McGee, Cpls. Fred C. Fishbaugh, George A. Grine, Lealnd C. Purvis, Richard D. Thomas.
Col. Cecil E. Combs, William E. Basye.
Capts. John H. Anderson, John R. Bechtel, Bobby A. Cook, James B. Fornasero, Bernon C. Johnson, Jack O. McReynolds, Rowan N. Neff, William D. Owens, Charles A. Renn, Albert J. Roberts, Jr., Howard C. Ross, William I. Sanders, Forrest G. Smith, Shirl H. Swenson, Hugh E. Wild.
Lts. Joe H. Deer, Vernon L. Scott, John W. Spiegelberg, Calvin C. Lombard, Marvin Siegel, James H. Weaver, Alfred J. Wood, Thoms B. Dyer, Robert E. Melton, George E. Sloan, Frank J. Milatzo, Robert J. Shimanek.
T/Sgts. John E. Craigle, Frank E. Gates, John C. Cehay, Roy R. Hagerich, John W. Imre, Robert A. Mayotte, William C. Rooney, Peter Seman.
S/Sgts. John L. Bates, Bernard L. Bennett, William D. Robert, Adolph Scolavino, Robert P. Thomas, Marvin E. Varnado.