
NEWS PUBLICATION OF THE XX BOMBER COMMAND
Published semi-monthly by the Information-Education branch of Personnel Section and Special Service Section of the XX Bomber Command. (Articles and photos are solicited and should be sent to SUPER-FORT, XX Bomber Command, APO 493, I-B Theatre).
Adviser.,,...........Lt. Donald B. Bischoff
Editor...................Cpl. Frank W. Lane
Art Editor....................Sgt. Al Fogel
War Writer...............Cpl. Lee Rasmussen
Reproduction...............Cpl. Earl Virden
Cartoonists..................Sgt. Dick Gunn
............................T/4 Paul Tietje
............................Cpl. Lee Wexler
...............................T/5 Ben Shaw
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"Not just the best trained soldier in the world, not just the best equipped soldier in the world, but the BEST INFORMED soldier in the world."
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CHEWING THE FAT
The security pooper is coming up out of the fox hole long enough to give you guys some information about chewing the fat, particularly all these new bodies who still play poker with ten cent chips because they haven't figured out how much a rupee is worth yet.
Yes, chewing the fat is the inherent weakness of many people - at the Club, over the backyard fence, or in the ol' rumble seat with a lovely blonde. This is especially true in this part of the world where the average native leads a rather dull and monotonous life. He may not have his club or backyard fence, and we know damn well he dosn't have a rumble seat and a lovely blonde; but nonetheless, he loves to gossip about anything to impress his family and friends with the importance of his new war job - clerk, bearer, kitchen helper. He has little else to do you know. Even a latrine sweeper loves to chew the fat when his sweeping is done.
It is a known fact that considerable information reaches the enemy in this manner, but we can't blame the sweeper - why blame him? He's not a Jif; he didn't use a rubber hose on anybody or crack a field safe for secret papers. Hell, he didn't have to - we threw the stuff at him - right in the market square to be picked up by educated ears and forwarded to Japan. Don't fool yourself, those ears are here all right. We know that. The sweeper's fault perhaps. No, we were responsible for the information reaching the honorable office of Japanese War Information.
How we love to chew the fat, especially the classified fat. It sure is fun to know things that someone else doesn't know - to watch their ears prick up, their eyes bulge, and that look of understanding when we pass out the hot stuff. We shout in the barracks, whisper in the Club, talk in the mess hall, and then go out to the latrine and grunt some more. All of us should take those 8 anna Hindustani lessons - then we could pass out the dope in two languages - faves the bearers and kitchen helpers a hell'va lot of trouble.
We've been asked not to chew the classified fat outside the office - more than a few times. It's all right to chew the plain ol' fat but leave the 8 to 5 stuff in the field safe where it belongs. It may not be any skin off some of our shine - a big wooden desk is considerably safer than a B-29 over the target. Give the fellows a break - those Zero machines don't use water pistols. It's damn discouraging to crap out with loaded dice because some kibitzer changed them at the last minute.
BE DISCREET, think a little before you speak. Besides, one of these days that tomgue may wag once too often.
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