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PAGE SIX
BEFORE
In the main mess hall they tell with teary eyes
Os a certain mess sergeant who swore he’d slen-
For months and months, he says, he lived on
“lemon-juice and water,”
And cannot understand why the scales go out
of order,
derize
Even when his belt is thirteen inches shorter!
"THERE'LL BE SOME CHANGES"
IS THEME IN C COMPANY
By Cpl. M Kehoe
“There’ll be some changes
made”, seems to be the theme
song of Company C as the rank
and file are slowly but surely
drifting away from their garri
son home of the past two years
to fields afar. The first contin
gent moved out this past week
for the newly organized Non-
Coms School in the wilds of
Harmony Church. Over the
weekend a few returned for a
visit. When asked how condi
tions out there were, the replies
were “ROUGH!"
Among the notables lost this
week were:
Cpl. John Kusmierczyk—Not
ed for his fame as one of the
trio of the Pistol Packing Mama
Saga and for numerous jaunts
to the Patio Grille, Bob’s Place
and formerly of the Terrors of
Squadroom No. 1.
Cpl. Rex N. Farlow—“Peck’s
Bad Boy" of the Anti-Tank
Group.
Cpl. Francis Hartnett—You’ll
remember him from his tirades
in the latrines; he was renowned
to be the cleanest man in the
Regiment.
Pfc. Moe La Bruno—He was
different—went to the 176th In
fantry and left his character
Stumpy to Pvt. “Casey" Kusek.
As time moves on many more
•f the old gang will be leaving,
and as they go, we’ll remember
the little incidents that didn’t
matter much when they happen
ed but all added up in the end
to one helluva good time dur
ing the past two years of our
acquaintance. They may be gone
but it will take a long time for
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them to be forgotten.
Another group had an unfor
tunate time of running the infil
tration course over the weekend,
only this time they did not have
the nice dry and sunny atmos
phere of Shell Creek. Instead
they waded through mud, water
and slime and brought back half
of the course with them attach
ed to their fatigues. Even Cpl.
Nelson Henn,who up to now, has
had the record of never getting
his shoes muddy, spent half the
afternoon getting them in shape
for work the next day.
The last of the Mohicans of
the TRF Group left this week
to join their brothers out in
Company E. The trio, consisting
of S. Sgt. Dan Crehan (“West
chester’s Gift to the Demo
crats”), Sgt. Truman “Down and
Go” Moore and the old master
himself, Sgt. Frank Sinatra Ca
pella, have bid farewell to their
happy home in the cuartel and
as if going on a secret mission
set out for their new home out
yonder in the brush country.
We wish to thank the column
ist of the WAC Det. No. 2 for
her tactful, well-written expla
nation of the recent incident
with the boys of Company C.
With the advent of spring
weather, the barracks fiends will
soon come out of hibernation
and are sweating out the re
opening of the Patio Grille and
the coming baseball season. S.
Sgt. Ed Roesch and his troupe
of Rover Boys have reserved a
table for opening nite at the
Grille and promise to put on a
floor show that has never been
equalled in the history of Fort
Benning. Have you heard the
REGIMENTAL MIRROR
YANK Correspondent
Killed In Action
ENIWETOK (CNS) — "What
happened to my camera?” asked
Sgt. John Bushemi, YANK pho
tographer, after he was hit by a
blast of Jap mortar fire during
the invasion of Eniwetok Atoll.
Three hours later, Bushemi
was dead; the first YANK cor
respondent' to be killed in action.
Bushemi received his basic
training at Ft. Bragg, N. C., and
was one of the first enlisted men
assigned to the staff of the Army
Weekly.
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It was an amusing sight to see
the fellows of the Company from
the combat area after crawling
the Infiltration Course, Sunday
morning. Some were covered
with mud from helmet to shoes.
A few looked as if they had fol
lowed a mole under the ground.
Some of those city slickers had
trouble with that wire with
stickers on it. The farm boys
were familiar with the barbed
wire although Cpl. Fridgen’s
coveralls looked like a grass
skirt, they were torn to shreds.
Sgt. Klucsar said he crawled
two miles, while it was only fif
ty yards. Sgt. Hutchins says the
“Japs” should know we now
have two machine guns with 4-
in. muzzles, at least they looked
that big to him.
Sgt. Cogan claims that he and
the preacher are ready to get
married—now to get her in the
notion
Pvt. Pinkstaff and Pvt. Hol
man have joined the company
and will work with the Auto
motive School, Operations Sec
tion. Holman will be a clerk,
Pinkstaff a mechanic in Build
ing H
If Sgt. Ryder should ask you
if you have change for a $5.00
bill, tell him no! That’s his
method of finding out if you
have any or not before trying
to borrow some.
latest? Sgt. John Lohan is off
the stuff for Lent, believe it or
not. “Could be.”
We wish to welcome the nu
merous newcomers into Compa
ny C during the past, so numer
ous that we have not the space
to mention all their names. If
there are any among you who
desire to take over this column
in the near future, please let it
be known at the orderly room.
Your columnist is not a perma
nent fixture in the Regiment and
will be moving out some time
soon. (Did I hear sighs of re
lief? ) Now is the time for some
good fellow to come to the aid
of the Regimental Mirror and
Company C as their next col
umnist.
SEATED IN YANK DOWN UNDER’S BRANCH OFFICE
in New Britian are Corporal Thomas R. St. George, corres
pondent, and Sergeant Dick Hanley, YANK’S front-line
photographer. The two of them form a team that is cover
ing the present invasion of the Japanese-held territory sur
rounding Rabaul. This office lacks many of the modern con
veniences of YANK Down Under’s main office in a large Aus
tralian City. (Photo Credit: YANK Down Under.)
Circulation Manager
Begs YANK To Reject
Lenny Lyric's "Ugh!"
In a terse communique yester
day from New York headquar
ters, it was sensationally disclos
ed by Cpl. Harry Sions, features
editor of YANK, that “Ugh!”,
Lenny the Lyric’s immortal epic
of Indian lore, had been reject
ed by the editors after a secret
meeting of the supreme high
council. Unofficial reports from
the magazine’s inner sanctum in
dicate that the circulation man
ager was responsible for the re
jection, ending his plea with the
winning point that YANK is a
bout to embark on a super-sub
scription drive and cannot af
ford to alienate the American
soldier at large.
The rejected poem, cited by
many critics as the greatest sym
bolic psychological study of the
American Indian ever written,
is a tear-jerking story of true
devotion of an Indian to an out
cast who has suffered poignant
social rebukes because of his de
crepit nature. It is an absorb
ing emotional lyric and presents
a problem that will become more
marked in our post war era. It
is rich and deep in modern ima
gism. Without this explanation,
however, even YANK’s editors
could not understand the poem.
And so their official announce
ment said that the supreme high
council decided that the Ameri
can public was not quite ready
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Thursday, March 16, 1944
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for such an intense study of the
American borderland panorama
As Shakespeare (also a pretty
fair writer) once said, “It is a
tale told by' an idiot, signifying
nothing." The poem:
UGH!
Indiantown
7th day of moonshine (Wow!)
to man who write rhyme
Fort Benning
HOW!
Me wait long time
for you come back—
you who rhyme
thev say sad sack.
HOW!
Me no care
you like brother
strong like bear
sweet like mother.
HOW!
You come back, tho
sunshine, blizzard
pay bill you owe
or me cut gizzard
NOW!
Gratitude!
INDIA (CNS)—Home safe at
his base after parachuting from
his burning plane, a pilot drew
his liquor ration, hustled over to
the parachute shop and present
ed the whole bottle to the private
who had packed his chute.
