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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 Male Call by Milton Caniff, creator of "Terry and the Pirates" r' SERGEANT )II OHYE9 —PARIAN 13® 1/ OhTsERGEANT, I'M X ANDERSON ME, GENERALE.... J SKB □SO GLAD YOU PHONED ME! I tq SEE Ml^V.Of—XL I THE HOTELS ARE 90 V. IF- —t/ —/SURELY^M I CROWDED—YOU CAN ] JiBK V I M 199 w L SLEEP MERE WITH J . W riefi gKS" mte \ygc- Ute [gm® vi Bl Sv M/W IT ♦W-I Copyright 1»44 by Milton dutnbeted by C»mp Nowipper ServicsM* AFTER, V 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. I 77^Gi & Sgt W E. Castle 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 What You Hear Is A Roomer 7^ER6EANTANDeSon7\ | I'D LIKE YOU TO KNOW— ) A 'Sdl I SAV— WHAT'S THE MATTER I r L—J \ WITH YOU JOKERS? 7 Ite Thursday, March 16, 1944 —o 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.
