Stuff about Things!!
CHANUTE FIELD, ILL. (REMEMBER)
18 helicopters will take off for Shepard Field, Texas in what
the AAF Training Command termed the largest mass formation and longest distance
hop of its kind. (So don’t be surprised
if some day your best gal sets her helicopter down on your tent top.)
LATELY FROM HOLLYWOOD!
Jimmy Stewart, now Col James Stewart, named commander of a
Liberator wing with the 8th Air Force. (This actor is not an acting C.O., quote a few of the wags.)
THERE’LL BE SOME CHANGES
MADE (AND WERE)
Six months old red Irish Setter succeeded Fala in the White
House. (See who said there were no
eligible replacements around?)
NEW YORK! ONE BORN EVERY MINUTE!
A 4 effer, who posed as an Army Sgt., flew to Europe on a
transport and was sentenced to 18 months prison. His plea was, wanted to be in the Army but had been turned down
by draft officials. (Would his plea be
the same if he had landed here…..we ask…)
WASHINGTON, D. C. (WHERE MAN MADE LAWS)
Postmaster General says overseas Christmas gifts must be mailed
between September 15 and October 15…(Our advice is to mail ‘em now…under the
new Army point system we’ll always be here to get ‘em.)
FOUR STAR SPECIAL FOR FOOD
LOVERS
Portions of salmon now discarded in canning process will form a
new food known as Cannery Loaf. An
unlimited has been bought by the ARMY….(At last a substitute for Spam. Pass the Epsom salts, Doc!)
INTRODUCING CAPT. ROBERT A.
TIMM:
Our new C.O. is a familiar person to some of the older men in
the detachment. Capt. Timm was the
first O.I.C. arriving here June of last year with the original station project. The first of the troop carried Capt. Timm
and his men. They were greeted by the
base commander and went to work immediately installing power equipment. The
following day, the station was on the air.
Capt. Timm was cryp officer in some of the Southern
Stations. He joined the group when it
was still the 5th AACS region.
Later as security officer, the routine followed him up through several
APO’s. Capt. stayed with us from June
to November when he received orders to attend a special officers school in
Australia.
After his course in Australia, Capt. Timm returned to the N.E.I
Theater and served as C.O. at APO’s 702
and 926. Then came his orders to his
old job back to Detachment 45.
“After receiving my orders back to APO 920,” Capt. Timm said,
“I felt a bit reluctant about the matter.
After all, I was going back to a place where they all remembered me as
the guy who had put them on detail to build the camp’s area.”
Actually, Capt Timm said his reception was entirely to his
liking and he is receiving and appreciates the cooperation of all the
departments in the detachment.
“I promise,” said Capt. Timm, “to try to make this detachment
as comfortable a place for living, working, and recreation as we can find in
the entire Group.
***************
STUFF SAYS: Looks to me like
the Nazis finally found that secret weapon that ended the war – a stick with a
white flag on the end.
TO THE GALS WE LEFT BEHIND
PFC M. I. Grewsome, jilted for the fifth time, herewith
presents a form letter compiled from the many similar noted received by
him. Grewsome feels that this will
serve as an indispensable aid to perplexed soldier jilters back in the states.
INSTRUCTIONS: Fill in blanks with the victims name and
mail to the jilted boy friend.
Dear -------
I don’t know how to tell you this but two weeks ago I met
------------ whom I knew instantly was “my man”. Now please don’t be angry because I will always have a fond spot
in my heart for you.
After all dear, you are there and I am here with thousands of
miles of water between us. And
--------- is such a nice fellow.
Really, he is. (Also he is
here.) I told him all about you and he
thinks you are a fine man to be doing your part. He wishes he too could be a soldier but he is sooooo necessary to
the war industry.
I’m sure you will understand what happened. I can’t see why we shouldn’t go on remaining
friends. I do want to continue writing
to you, really I do.
As ever,
-----------------
***************
DON’T SAY WE DIDN’T WARN YOU
DEP’T
A ditch has recently come to life in front of club 45. The chasm grows more troublesome with each
successive beer. It is possible that
some heavily loaded member of the detachment unable to negotiate the crossing
will go into a half gainor some evening ending where he least expected with a
fractured bottom to boot.
(No doubt this mere
mentioning will send a flock of would be engineers to work.)
IT’S ALL A MATTER OF
VIEWPOINT
APO 920 is a rough rugged hole.
Yep, a dusty coral dump in the Southwest Pacific. Many of you will say, “Why do we have to be
the ones to accept this desolate waste as our Pacific Paradise?”
We all realize that as long as the present conflict lasts, we cannot
expect to be home. What’s more, few of
us are fortunate enough to be in a position to choose our place of duty. We have been sent to APO 920 and regardless
of our personal viewpoints as to the reason, it is to assist in our small way
in the defeat of an enemy who had tried to destroy our way of living.
It is an accepted tradition of all soldiers to “gripe.” Griping is a privilege in which we excel but
often abuse. Examples of this are such
phrases as, “our chow is unpalatable, the climate is unbearable, and the
working hours too long.” Are these
things true or are we attempting to use them as an outlet for some inner
feeling? Do we find men in the
detachment who appear to be suffering from the effect of hunger or
malnutrition?
“Our weather is bad,” sure it is. We find ourselves sometimes lacking the urge to move very fast,
we are tired, even though we have spent eight hours in the sack. But what we have forgotten is that some of
our best friends go for days in flooded fox-holes—their sacks are the hard
ground. Many of them go for days with
even a few hours rest.
We say that the sun is hot, but how does it compare with those
places in the states where we took basic training? Miami Beach, Sheppard Field, Jefferson Barracks, Keesler Field,
where it is either hot, grimy and sweaty, or windy, cold and freezing. One is just as bad as the other.
Our hours seem long, but are we actually working a greater
number of hours than we did in our civilian capacities? The answer is obvious but we are reluctant
to admit it. Compare our income now,
with that formerly received for our efforts.
We grant you the truth there, but still we cannot overlook the fact that
we are the highest paid of any army.
More important that that is our presence here is to assure us that those
back home are not suffering the same fate of the peoples under the so-called
“New Order.”
Refusing to allow yourself to see the other side of things
develops the neurotic feeling that we are imposed upon and that our life is
merely an existence. Just remember it
is all a matter of view point, so why not pick the right point?
**********************
RADIO MECHANICS’ NIGHTMARE
A swingy little thingy sung
to the tune of “MAIRZY DOATS”.
A.C. volts
And D.C. volts
And little ohms and amperes.
A little inductance, too,
Wouldn’t U?
With microohms
And B.F.O.’s
And little microfarads,
I’m more than Guinea Goofy.
Aren’t U?
If these terns sound queer,
And Screwy to your ear,
A bit off resonance and
freaky,
Say L CR and A.V.C.,
I think my condenser is
leaky.
Ohmzy’s laws
And Kirchoff’s bores-
This is a little crazy.
Radio’s crazy too,
Aren’t U?
(Dedicated to T/Sgt. Paul
Kepto, radio maintenance chief, S/Sgt George Stearley Sgts. Martin Lam, Cecil
Harris, Chet Swiderski, Cpls James Lamp, Frank Rusio(sic) and Pfcs Charlie
Lord, Charlie Hodgson, Julius Muscari, and Ballarini.)