VOL. I NO. 52 REG. NO. L5015 DELHI, THURSDAY SEPTEMBER 9, 1943.
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HAYNES TO LEAVE THEATER FOR U.S. CAUSING NEW 10TH AIR FORCE SHIFT
General Donald Old, Colonel Sutherland Get New Posts Announcements of new shifts in the 10th Air Force made necessary by the recall of Brig. Gen. Caleb V. Haynes to Washington, was made at Rear Echelon Headquarters this week by Brig. Gen. Howard C. Davidson, 10th Air Force commander. Haynes, who has been Chief of the American Air Command No. 1, will be replaced by Brig. Gen. Donald Old, until now Davidson's Chief of Staff. Old, in turn, will be replaced by Col. John Sutherland. "Washington asked us if we could spare Haynes," Davidson said in announcing the shift, "and when Washington asks a question like that, there can only be one answer. He has been our Rock of Gibraltar and we shall miss him." Davidson was emphatic on the point that the new, unannounced assignment for which Haynes is being recalled is one of extreme importance and represents a flattering evaluation of Haynes' consistent work in this Theater. Davidson also totted up the score piled up by the 10th Air Force during the month of August, its second full month against the monsoon. Due to extremely unfavorable flying weather, the total tonnage of bombs planted on enemy installations dropped slightly in August to 691 tons as compared with July's total of 760 tons. This was in spite of the fact that the medium and heavy bombers dropped more bombs than ever before during the month, but the total was cut because fighter-bombers were unable to get up with their loads. The bombers flew 25 out of the 31 days but the fighters were able to make only 53 sorties as compared with 248 in July. Enemy opposition was not heavy in the air, the heaviest Jap interception consisting of only six Zeros, two of which were shot down without loss to the Americans. An additional Jap fighter also was shot down. During the month the Americans lost two bombers but the entire crew of one has reached safety. |
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HEAVEN TO KISS
Sometimes we try to be different about our cheesecake, but other times we merely fall back on the good old
tried and true. If there is a man in this Theater who doesn't like this picture of lovely Ann Sheridan,
we have a gold-embossed Section VIII certificate which we shall be happy to hand him upon application.
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IS THIS “MISS C.B.I. THEATER?”
The Editor, The C.B.I. Roundup, Sir: I am a novice, here in India, and have seen a "Miss" this and a "Miss" that in the newspapers and periodicals back in the States. So I thought it might be appropriate to donate a "Miss C.B.I." to your noteworthy rag. I hope it meets your approval. Sorry I couldn't submit a photo, but I prefer drawing. Besides, the equipment and a model are practically impossible to get out here. Some of the G.I.'s around here and I are looking forward to seeing our brain-child in a future edition. Yours truly, (signed) Pfc. S. P. Miner. |
SILVER STAR
Maj. Joseph S. Pirruccello
DISTINGUISHED FLYING CROSS
Maj. Robert D. McCarten, Capts. Robert E. Dethlefsen, Kenneth W. Trout, Lts. James H. Collins, William T. Larkin, Teller S. Price,
Austin H. Russell, Robert K. Berry, Marvin W. Fey, Chester M. Bawol, Albert J. English, Harold W. Goad, Allen Kass, Frank J. Maholhic,
John E. Stephens, Harold K. Trinkle, Irving L. Kuehnast, Hugh R. Walker, Robert E. Reimann, Ray L. Ryder, Richard N. Cordell, Michael E. Donovan,
James F. Duffy, Hugo R. Franz, Jr., William B. Goris, Harold V. Larkin, James R. Meyer, Claudius B. Ward, T/Sgts. William T. Hays, Delmar C. Harland,
Phillip E. Patterson, William T. Anderson, Omar A. Austin, Minor F. Green, Max H. Isaacs, James Marshall, Leo E. McDaniel, Ernest M. Neil,
Jerald O. Peck, Royal E. Peterson, Louis L. Russell, Roman H. Shaffer, Theodore S. Smith, Charles Steinberg, S/Sgts. Richard L. Johnson,
Grant L. Butcher, Robert V. Gamble, Richard J. Lauritzen, Victor L. Miramontesi, Clarence E. Pawkett, Elliot J. Ryan, George D. Samson, Lewis Hume, Jr.,
Sidney S. Tronic, Melvin R. London, Vernon S. Cook, Charles E. Douglas, Thomas Pratt, Robert E. Hutton, Vernon F. Willette, Warren W. Stubbs,
Robert R. Banner, William P. Burtch, Henry J. Caldwell, Richard C. Johnson, William H. Kirk, Ernest G. Schuessler, Sgts. Leonard M. Josephs,
William H. Potthast, Alfred Sullender.
OAK LEAF CLUSTER (To the Distinguished Flying Cross)
Maj. Wesley Werner, Capt. Francis N. Thompson, Lts. Warren M. Vandebogart, Ralph M. Olson, T/Sgt. Royal E. Peterson.
OAK LEAF CLUSTER (To the Air Medal)
Lts. James R. Barton, Bill Wright, Jasper L. Godwin, Francis T. Bonsteel, Jr., Gordon E. Cleland, Joseph B. Coambs, Robert P. Currie,
Walter C. Stewart, Jr., John E. Thornton, Richard L. Weis.
AIR MEDAL
Capts. James O. Reebuck, Don P. Webster, Elmer L. Tarbox, John A. Hass, Oswald O. Southworth, Aiden L. McMurtry, Lts. Thomas S. Ingham, Jr.,
William T. Larkin, Robert B. McKee, Jr., Ja,mes H. Collins, Joseph A. Lessard, Clyde E. Trussell, Jr., Paul F. Taylor, William A. Adams, Richard E. Newsby,
Vern W. Keele, Homer C. Haarbauer, Harold W. Manifold, Russell L. Rauch, Joel H. Teasley, John A. Neudorfer, John A. Podawiltz, Lawrence E. Skipper,
Hugh R. Walker, T/Sgts. Robert A. Mocklin, Raymond H. Nichols, Pete Hinman, Sydney A. Nunez, S/Sgts. Jerry M. Brown, Charles F. Haggerty, Robert J. Breakie,
Marvin A. Buchfhrer, Joseph A. Mueller, Lester J. Raasch, Gerald M. Weber, John F. Jaeger, Robert H. Murphy, Marshall W. Rusth, Conway W. Smith,
Francis J. Winderl, Joseph E. Woodburn, Sgts. Douglas M. Labat, Sam Cohen, Jack D. Leeper, Pfcs. Robert C. Mason, Bruce A. Craft.
V-Mail
IT'S OFF, ON AGAIN
If you haven't heard from honey-bun lately, it may mean that she's met a sailor and has forgotten you,
or it may not. On the other hand, if you suddenly get two exactly similar letters in her own fair hand, this
doesn't necessarily prove that she's gone off her chump.
What's happened is that there's been another plane accident and "a little mail," to quote the
Theater Postal Officer's office, got lost.
The "little mail" turns out to be 8,000 - count 'em - 8,000 letters for up-country A.P.O.'s.
Which doesn't mean a thing to the modern A.P.O. As in a similar case recently, the A.P.O. station at an
East Indian Port was notified, reprocessing was immediately begun and those little envelopes will be winging their
way to their rightful recipients again.
There may be some duplication. So, if you get two letters instead of the one you are supposed to receive,
be big about it. Pass the extra copy along to a buddy. he'll appreciate it, and so, undoubtedly, will honey-bun.
14TH CONTINUES DRIVE
Varied Attacks Keep Japs Busy Over Wide Area
14TH AIR FORCE HEADQUARTERS - Maj. Gen. Claire Chennault, who has been a ranking Jap nemesis from the
days when his guiding genius helped the Flying Tigers hold the skies over Burma until his present role as Commanding
General of the 14th Air Force, unleashed his flying commandos on Jap objectives again last week, continuing their
performance of the week before when they sent 78 Jap Zero fighters plummeting to the earth in flames. Three days of
versatile attacks, from dive-bombing missions to heavy bombardment on Jap shipping lanes and dock targets, kept the
Nips harassed and completed a big month of 14th activity.
The P-40-conscious Japs received a visit from two waves of the famed 14th fighter planes on August
27th, when they attacked targets in the vicinity of Yochow, the first flight sweeping the river stretches, strafing and
burning river craft, while the second peeled off and headed for a motor convoy where four trucks were destroyed and
15 damaged, all loaded with Jap troops. Two steamers of 125 and 65-foot dimensions were burned, as well as one small
steamer and a small gunboat, and rail installations and moving trains were raked by the bomb-toting P-40's.
JAP BASES HIT
On the 29th and 30th P-40's accompanied by B-25's bombed advance enemy bases from occupied China
to Indo-China, bombing and strafing selected and opportune targets of enemy transportation, communication,
airfields and shipping facilities. The enemy air base at Kingmen was the first target, where the entire installation
was blasted with hits, with plumes of flame vomiting up from runways, taxi strips, revetments and hangars.
The Canton-Hankow Railway was the victim of raids on August 30th, when four locomotives and four
railroad stations were blown up, skip bombing along the route took a heavy toll on moving targets and the Changanyi
Railroad Station, where warehouses, a water tower and 10 railway cars were destroyed.
The strategic enemy staging point at Owchikow in the Tung Ting Lake area was bombed and strafed
twice, destroying fuel storage dumps, machine gun and anti-aircraft positions and other important installations.
Shipping again was the target off Hong Kong when P-40's attacked two 250-ton freighters, escorted by
an armed sub-chaser, badly damaging or destroying their targets, while in another attack along the
Yangtze, fighters
caught and thoroughly strafed two 75-foot gunboats and a large river boat, leaving all ships in a sinking condition.
AIRDROME BLASTED
Completing the month's activity, on August 31st B-24's and P-40's blasted runways at the Gialam
Airdrome near Hanoi, dive-bombed a 450-foot ship near Stonecutter's Island off Hong Kong, dive-bombed positions
south of Hankow on the Hankow-Canton Railroad, struck at yards at Yoyang, rolling stock at Changanyi and a grain
warehouse at Sinti, while B-25's attacked the new Remy Airfield at Ichang on the upper Yangtze, all with
excellent
results.
Cost of the entire operations for the five-day period was but one plane, which was reported as missing.
Sometimes it's almost impossible not to feel a little sorry for Mr. Moto in Burma. He works so hard and gets so
little done. The above pictures tell part of the story of the fruitlessness of his efforts. On August 3, bombers
of the 10th Air Force knocked out one span of the famous Myitnge Bridge, which the Japs must have to supply their
troops in Burma. So Mr. Jap went industriously to work to replace it. With great effort he got pontoons under the
fallen span, as the picture on the left shows, and was about to float it back into position. The hard-hearted 10th
waited until the job was almost done. Then, this week, they let loose with another load, as seen in the center
picture. The results? The picture, right, tells all. Now our little slant-eyed brothers have another span to worry
about, but plenty. Must be discouraging.
EFM Dilemma
DING-HOW FOLLIES SCORE
SMASH HIT AT CHINA BASE
By S/Sgt. ROBERT E. BADGER
CHINA AIR BASE - The "Ding How Follies" lived up to their name.
They were really "ding how," or as the Chinese, who have relinquished this phrase to their American
allies would say, the show was really "okay."
A capacity audience, headlined by Maj. Gen. Claire Chennault, applauded
enthusiastically the first dramatic
effort staged recently by the men of Col. Eugene H. Beebe's heavy bomb group.
Directed by Lt. Arthur "Red" Karp and Lt. Mark M. Conn, the "follies" included a variety of acts -
a strip tease by Pfc. Richard Donegan, risqué songs by Sgt. John J. Atkoczaitis, trumpet solos by Bob Cobb, who
formerly played with Al Donahue and Bob Chester's orchestra, harmonica selections by a trio composed of Lt. Vacat,
S/Sgt. Russell Toutant and Cpl. Bill Ellis, accordion solos by S/Sgt. Mitchell Wojciechoski, barber shop tunes by
Sgt. James R. Kline, Sgt. W. J. Walsh, Cpl. Frank Sole and T/Sgt. Al Piro, who was master of ceremonies; selections
by an orchestra led by Lt. Addison bailey; skits starring Lt. Richard B. Young, Pfc. Donegan and Pvt. Ed Peters;
choral numbers by a group of Chinese cadets; and a dance (?) by members of the chorus - Sgt. Bill Stewart, S/Sgt.
Carl Rudin, Sgt. Mike Pollock, Pvt. Peters, S/Sgt. Toutant and Cpl. John Prewitt, all daintily attired in chiffon,
crepe and other gauzy material designed to show the allure of their footballish figures.
CAPTAIN URGES REFORM
By Capt. ARTHUR N. ARENSON
ASSAM Q.M. DEPOT - We up here are in a dilemma about EFM messages. We think it's a swell service
in general, but our big beef comes when we try to use it. In short, we go nuts trying to pick out at least three
of the standard texts which, when put together, won't make the folks back home start working on a padded cell to
house us on our return.
For instance, if a loving son wishes to tell his aged mother in as many words as possible for Rs. 1/11
that he's okay, getting three square meals of corned willy daily and is catching up on bunk fatigue, this (using the
longest available messages) would be it:
"Hearing your voice on the wireless gave me a wonderful thrill. Glad and proud to hear of your decoration;
everybody thrilled. I wish we were together on this special occasion; all my best wishes for a speedy reunion."
Whereupon, Mater starts the rumor that her dear little Elmer has been
shell-shocked.
Then, the faithful husband who thinks always of his dear little wife (hoping she is allergic to
4-F Charlies) wants to send an inexpensive cablegram. (he would send a first class cablegram had he not been taught
a new game called "African Dominoes.") naturally, he wants to give the message that personal touch - typical of a loving
spouse. With happy heart he searches for three good lines for Rs. 1/11. After fussing, fuming and sprouting several
gray hairs he sends this message:
"All well; children evacuated. Good show; keep it up. Hope you are improving."
In reply he gets a curt little note informing him that the apple of his eye has left to get the
"death do us part" vow Reno-vated.
Then there is the candidate for the Brush Off Club who thinks a cablegram to his Sugar might
mend the rift. He reads, rereads and reads again the almost unlimited abundance of stock phrases, but to no avail.
None seem to suffice for a sugar report.
In desperation he holds a one-man lottery. Into a hat he places numbered slips of paper corresponding
with the numbers of the available messages and proceeds to withdraw three slips. The numbers drawn are 86, 79 and 119.
His message is as follows: "Daughter born. Illness is not serious. Good luck; keep it up."
Honest, guys, something oughta be done.
No matter what he has been telling the G.I.'s of the 14th Air Force, Marion Hargrove, author of the Army best-seller
"See Here, Private Hargrove," is no sergeant, only a T/4th. Read Hargrove's story for the gory details.
Hargrove Tells All
EX-PRIVATE SEES DIM FUTURE
By T/4TH MARION HARGROVE
In my first twenty-six months as a plain blunt warrior in this man's Army, I have had little or no
trouble with the Army Finance Department. I have gone far out of my way to maintain friendly relations with the
AFD. I might say that I have gone more than halfway in friendly overtures.
On the whole, the Finance Department has been a pretty good bunch of joes. They have red-lined
my name on the payroll, sometimes as often as eight times in one year, but I have never chided nor scolded them
for it. I never opened my mouth when their boys over at the Office of Dependency Benefits trailed me around the
world for four months with a notice that the compulsory allotment of $50 (gold) per month for my good and trusting
wife, Mrs. Alison B. P. Hargrove, had been cancelled.
The postcard they sent was addressed, as plain as day, to T/4
Marion Hargrove and it said that the
Government was no longer contributing to the support of the aforementioned Mrs. Hargrove - because I was in an
ineligible grade.
HARGROVE EXPOSED
The news and the postcard and the whole idea of the thing were painful and depressing. In the
first place, I had been batting it about the whole 14th Air Force that I was a full-ranking sergeant and when the
gang of hoodlums at the message center saw the address, the whole 14th soon knew that my three stripes were gold
instead of silver, that I was just another technician posing as a non-com. To a retired non-com, this come-down
is most galling. Hell, I was a full corporal once!
The combination of T/4 and "ineligible grade" provided gory and unnecessary material for the
boisterous and unfunny cut-ups of Headquarters Squadron, an outfit of amateur comedians without one straight-man
in the whole crowd. I have been subjected to every form of corn and ridicule. I have been called the Army's ranking
technician-fourth; I have been referred to as the only technician-fourth to be found in the first three grades;
I have answered to the designation, "technician fourth-grade first-class." My life has become a hell.
Besides these awkward barbs of purest humor, I have been besieged by letters from my good and trusting
wife, Mrs. Alison B. P. Hargrove, who wants to know what has happened to the monthly allowance I promised the
government would send her. Since Mrs. Hargrove has a wicked left jab and a good three-inch reach on me, this is no
laughing matter.
In spite of all these troubles, however, I have never made one complaint or uttered one word of
bitterness toward the Office of Dependency Benefits or toward my great and good friends of the Army Finance Department.
SAD, SAD NEWS
Today was a different matter. Today brought the sort of news that strikes at the heart of a man and
fills him with disillusionment and despair. Today the Finance Department has lost a faithful friend, namely me.
According to a note which reached the squadron today, heavily burdened with a couple of dozen
endorsements from Fort Bragg and 42nd Street and the Port of Embarkation which shipped me out, I owe the Army
Finance Department five dollars and ten cents, which they have been trying to collect since November, 1941.
This base and insulting document, which was read to me word by word by our first sergeant, says
that through someone's oversight the Army started paying me thirty dollars a month in October, 1941, when I was
supposed to be drawing $21 a month. Before I finished my four months as a private third-class I had collected the
staggering total of $5.10 (gold). Relentless and determined, slow but sure, the Finance Department's investigators
have dogged my footsteps for almost two years - and now they have me, dead to rights.
We have decided, the first sergeant and I, to have the $5.10 deducted from next month's pay. It
will mean that instead of fourteen dollars and some odd cents, I will be paid only nine dollars and some-odd cents,
which will scarcely buy three bottles of Chinese gin. After that, I suppose, things on the surface will be calm and
serene.
DARK FUTURE
The first sergeant will be happy. The Army Finance Department will be happy. But I won't be happy.
For me, peace and security and all hope for the future are gone. In a glorious post-war world, I shall be a hoarder,
a man afraid to splurge on a 10-cent cigar, a man who doesn't dare spend his justly earned wages. I shall always be
haunted by the fear that some day - maybe 10, maybe 20 years from now - I shall hear iron-shod boots in the corridor
and be clapped on the shoulder by an MP who brings me this sort of note:
The full story of how "Anna," a 125-pound Bengal tiger cub, happened to visit the Roundup office is
related below. Here Anna takes a look at a recent Roundup, held up for her by Sgt. Hattley McDowell,
and if we judge her expression correctly, isn't too much impressed.
"The civilian, Marion Hargrove, is herewith informed that he owes the War Department the sum of ---,
representing bills for Government Issue laundry services contracted and unpaid during the month of July, 1941. Unless
immediate action is taken to pay this amount . . . "
Ain't that a helluva future to look forward to?
SIXTH CHENNAULT NOW IN SERVICE
SHREVEPORT - Robert Kenneth Chennault, 18, son of Maj. Gen. Claire Chennault, Commander of the
Fourteenth USAAF in China, was inducted into the Armed Forces here. Robert is the fifth of the general's sons to
enter the U.S. forces.
The other four sons are Lt. Col. John S., who is now in the Aleutians; Claire, who is an aviation cadet;
Charles, who is an Air Force sergeant and David, who is a Navy fireman, first class.
Tiger
‘ROUND-UP’ ACQUIRES NEW STAFF MEMBER
It was on Wednesday, at just the time each week when Ye Ed is in the final throes of putting the
Roundup to bed and hence not fit company for man nor beast, that the bland and innocent-faced sergeant advanced
with military tread to the table at which Ye Ed was fighting the last bloody battle with the make-up sheet for last
week's Roundup.
"Good morning, sir," the sergeant said. "I'm Sergeant Hatley McDowell."
"So what?" we snarled. "So I came to ask you, sir," the sergeant replied, "what am I going to do
about the tiger?"
Ye Ed jumped to his feet. "Gawd, it's getting me!" he moaned. "Do you know, Sergeant, it sounded
to me exactly as if you'd said 'what am I going to do about the tiger?'"
"That's what I did say," the sarge stoutly maintained. "Gen. McCabe told me to ask you what
to do with the tiger."
And it wasn't a gag. This soldier actually had a 125-pound Bengal tiger cub chained outside, which he
was now, as directed, turning over to the Roundup. The idea, he said, was that we were supposed to make it
a Theater mascot, or something. Anyway, the Roundup was supposed to see to it that the tiger got a good home
and plenty of red meat for diet.
Now it could be that there are people in the world who need a tiger. The Roundup, although
officially supposed to be the Voice of the Theater, actually can speak only for itself. But, so far as we could see,
we need a tiger strictly the same way Hitler needed a second front. Frankly, we just wouldn't know what to do with it.
We got frantically on the phone. We called genial Col. Frank Milani, chief of the Adjutant
General's Office at Rear Echelon Headquarters. We don't know why we selected him to call, particularly, unless it
was because of the vague idea that all newcomers to Rear Echelon are supposed to clear through his office. Even so,
we somehow failed to convince Col. Milani that the tiger was his baby.
The next thing we knew, Brig. Gen. Benjamin G. Ferris, Commanding General, Rear Echelon, was in on
the deal - and frankly, Ye Ed, a timid soul, does not know which makes him more nervous, tigers or generals. We're
not speaking of Gen. Ferris in particular, just, to coin a phrase, generals in general. Fortunately, we did not have
to deal with Gen. Ferris directly. But in a round-about way we got a message which boiled down to: "Nay tiger, sahib."
Nay tiger, that is, in the vicinity of Rear Echelon Headquarters.
So now the tiger, figuratively speaking, has gone up and down the line and is back in the sergeant's
lap. He loves the tiger and wants to keep him. But at last report he was writing to the zoo at Lahore, asking if they
could use one (1) tiger.
Meanwhile, the tiger is queening it over the boiler room in one of the Rear Echelon barracks, while
the commanding officer thereof is thumbing violently through Army regulations to prove that there's nothing in his
orders, damnit, that says he has to play nurse-maid to a hell-cat.
And that's the last we heard about the tiger. Frankly, it's the last we want to hear.
The C.B.I. Roundup is a weekly newspaper published by and for the men of the United States Army Forces in China,
Burma, and India, from news and pictures supplied by staff members, soldier correspondents, the United press
and the War Department.
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 Lt. Floyd Walter, Rear Echelon Hq., U.S.A.F. C.B.I., New Delhi, and
should arrive not later than Monday in order to make that week's issue. Pictures must arrive by Sunday and must be
negatives or enlargements. Stories should contain full name and organization of sender.
"Glamazon" is a new word some smarty coined to describe six foot, two and one half inch
Dorothy Ford. Combination
of "Glamour" and "Amazon" - get it? Dorothy is pointing to a V-design of war stamps on her shapely gam, it that means
anything to you.
Back row, left to right: Lt. William X. Zeidler, navigator; Lt. John Perdue, Co-pilot; Maj. Robert D. McCarten,
pilot and squadron commander; Capt. Oswald O. Southworth, photographer-observer. Front row: S/Sgt. Earl Tischendorf,
engineer-gunner, left; S/Sgt. Albert Chibnik, radio-gunner.