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66 Planes Lost After Mr. Nip’s Boast By Radio |
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The machine gun will be a basic weapon in the ejection of the Jap from the territory he wrested from China. |
Lt. Garrell Prim, an American instructor, conducts a class in the nomenclature of the tommygun as Chinese soldiers listen. |
The machine gun will be a basic weapon in the ejection of the Jap from the territory he wrested from China. |
Ready - aim - fire. Not exactly the procedure, but one Chinese officer prepares to fire the tommy gun, while another looks on critically. |
There’ll Come A Reckoning
"Somewhere in China" officers and enlisted men of the United States Army are teaching Chinese fighting men the military niceties of modern equipment and tactics. When the day of reckoning in China comes, the Jap will feel the impact of such training given our Chinese allies, who were not prepared or equipped when the enemy first struck. The Chinese-American training camp pictured on this page and another in India will provide Generalissimo Chiang Kai-shek's forces with a nucleus of military talent that the Gissimo will exploit to Mr. Nip's discomfiture. Guiding geniuses behind the camp in China are Brig. Gen. Thomas S. Arms, Infantry Commander, and Brig. Gen. Jerome J. Waters, Jr., Artillery Commander. |
Communications is a vital necessity, a fact which Maj. Albert Riley, head of the Signal School, is impressing upon students. |
Nothing is forgotten. Capt. Albert Young teaches a class the elementary functions of the body with the use of a skeleton. |
With a picturesque scene in the background, S/Sgt. George A. Booth demonstrates how to load the 60-mm mortar, a basic weapon. |
Finally, a weapon with heavyweight punch - the 155-mm field gun. However, no single one of these waepons nor any single one of these techniques is enough to master. ALL must be learned. |
ELEGY IN A COUNTRY TEA PATCH When this old war is over and I get home again, I'll find a field of clover in a quiet little glen In the background of a mountain; with flowers in the shade, And cool, sparkling fountain running down the glade. There'll be shade trees on each side of the thing I want the most - A swimming pool as deep and wide as the ol' Pacific Coast! When days grow hot and summer's near, in June or old July, I'll have a giant case of beer - a bottomless supply! Now some may dream of classy cars and places they would ride, But me - I want a swimming pool, to cool my swelt'ring hide. Some soldiers think of snow and ice, and chilly, frosty joys - They even think it would be nice in wntry Illinois! But here's one guy whose mind holds clear three things of which to think: A swimming pool and all the beer . . . my wife and I can drink! - By Sgt. NOYES |
PICNIC I like my olives sanded, My pickles full of bugs; I'm rustic: To be candid, I shy from chairs and rugs, The open field! The azure sky! The fields of waving grain! The piece of huckleberry pie That's bogged with sudden rain! I understand the merits of A cake that's turned to goo; For every bite I take and love Mosquitoes give me two, And naught I know can close compare The taste of hardboiled eggs, While bees make honey in my hair And flies besiege my legs. So "outdoor" is the word for me Ah! - Give me trees to hack! And then my first response will be To give the damned things back. - By M/Sgt. H. E. KELLENBERGER |
TO MY LOVE I think about you often. I write you every day. There seems so very little, That is worthwhile to say. It either rains or doesn't rain It's either hot or cold - The news is all uninteresting Or else it's all been told. The only thing that matters Is the fact that you are there And I am here without you - It's lonesome everywhere. I think about the way you smile And I recall your touch - And distance lends enchantment And i miss you very much. - By Lt. ALBERT EHRLICH |
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