|The Roundup cameraman, T/3 Nick Lyseczko, shows you how one of the typical hospital locations is situated in the tangled wilds of the Burmese jungle.|
|Burmese nurse Maran Lu, left, sews as she jokes with her comrades, Hla Sein and Lulu, on a bench outside their bamboo living quarters.|
|In a bamboo basha ward, Ruth, left, and Kyang Tswi attend to the medical needs of one of the Chinese soldiers protecting the area.|
|Medical teaching continues even in the jungle. Big Bawk, standing, is an expert in microscope work and she instructs Na Shaw.|
|Maj. John Grindley, formerly of the Mayo Clinic, performs surgery on an American soldier, assisted by Pearl, left, and Koi.|
|Rol Tsaitreats an infected leech bite for a Naga village headman, who wears his emblematic chief's hat during the ministration.|
|Hla Sein bandages and insect-infested leg of a Chinese soldier. His comrade is suffering from malaria.|
|Ruth plays the guitar for Than Tin, Ruby, Moses and Theodore on the steps of a stilted bamboo basha.|
|Daisy, Sein Bwint and Than Shwe, left to right, busy themselves with off-duty knitting and sewing.|
In Hindustan the mongoose
Is in excellent repute.
On all ophidian subjects
He's exceedingly astute.
About the house he's handy
And very highly prized.
Because he keeps, most ably
The place de-reptilized.
The small viverrine mammal
Moves quicker than a cat.
A cobra always strikes where
The mongoose isn't at.
Around his victim dancing,
He waits the merest slip
Of vigilance, then leaps in
To plant his lethal grip.
Oh, nothing but a mongoose
Can keep the snakes away.
The banded kraits and vipers
Drop in, but do not stay.
When I get home from India,
I'll hunt the nearest zoo.
I'd like to see a mongoose
In person - wouldn't you?
By Sgt. SMITH DAWLESS
PRAYER OF A G.I. DRIVER
Now I gently take my seat
And pray the Lord that this damned jeep
Won't strip a gear or throw a wheel
As round the corners I do squeal
And if I arrive in pieces one
And my journey's safely done
I'll dismount and thank the Lord
For deliverance from this midget Ford
God bless the Dodge or Chevrolet
I hope to drive again - some day
By Sgt. CHARLES L. WERNER
When we received a ration of American magazines this week, we were surprised and not too displeased by an article
in Colliers entitled "The Husband Shortage")
THE HUSBAND SHORTAGE
Oh, Colliers writes of a terrible plight
My lady will soon be alone:
For statistics say there is coming a day
When she can't have a man of her own
On a soft warm night by pale moonlight
When romance is in the air
My lady sighs and, languishing, dies;
There's no one to come to her there
Oh, sad is the story when womanly glory
Finds no man to call her to him
For much to her sorrow,
in some near tomorrow
My lady is out on a limb
So alas, for many a luckless lass
Who sits alone on the shelf
But send me home from this damn airdrome
And I'll fix it - all by myself.
By Capt. SCOTT STERLING, JR.