European Stars and Stripes (Newspaper) - May 11, 1947, Darmstadt, Hesse V going even As of the mud words and want strictly e word the him e Short i be a South of him behind he hmm so there and plat of keeper i must ing the j j Beers up on that Long mahogany bar of always telling that Hobart Beer was the what a time to be thinking of with the sweat pouring into his eyes so that it slim tall that he had now he was just the full length of Only with part of his face seemed to forget he was so tall some must have forgot when they came up Over that last Little a Good foot of him topped the Rise with out then that Jap Light machine gun opened of those Lousy it would be a Long Hole they have to dig for the tall that if they Ever got out of Here to do any Hole digging funny want he comical As hell this was a Nice Hole japs had dug for and it could turn out to be the bottomless who but a Jap would sink a machine gun nest right plumb in the Middle of a mangrove swamp who but a Jap could stay in a place like thai the the stinking the stinking but a Jap theres Only one Good his Pat had and that a dead they seen dead there was a just half a mile right on the Edge of the Corduroy half in the half on the log a Man stepped on the far tip of the and the japs body would like it was still Only it it was and bloated from maybe three Days in the and the maggots had started their stinking Good but this was a stinking like where were they trying to where Amelia Earhart started her last and when they got and the papers and the radio screamed that the Gallant aussies had retaken what would they have he hed seen some of those Ether a Bunch of smashed Only the sheets of tin roofing left to show what they been a Bunch of giant pock Marks where firs their and then our bombs had and maybe one crazy leaning native Shack left wobbling on its people no not unless you called dead japs so maybe the War in Europe was but it bloody Well want As stinking As this and when you got somewhere at least you knew something was biting at his one of those creeping things this Jungle was full he Ever so for his shelter reach Down and there it went again blessed blessed the Long and the Short and the tall bless All the sergeants and to ones bless All the corrals and their blessed sons he want a he want even a Lance he was just a poor bloody and a poor bleeding private he was Likely to hed been a just a year or so then there been he didst like to think about that and Ever since hed been a any blessed one of the things for which Man is to beget lot of blokes didst think so any thought it was Plain Damn bringing kiddies into a world like they were Plain Damn get him out of this and hed beget maybe the boy could do a better Job of shaping a world than his and All the other had be a hell of a thing he the shape the world was to decide you wanted no More part of it not that maybe he would get a very big part of any that silly bloody sergeant of what the Heil had he thought he was barging Down on that Jap machine gun nest for All the world like he thought he was a Oneman he want the Only one who knew they All that still that he could just see a piece of the Sarges screaming Green they died All their shirts and pants while they were Jungle training up in Queensland after they come blackout of the Middle he could hear the but every so often hed hear him As if the Sarge was afraid to let the japs hear easy to see he move from where he no matter How Light he was he go because it was a Good Twenty Yards of open ground Between him and that machine gun where it sat right in the roots of a big mangrove and he go because hed be an easy Mark for that Sonora bitching the bloody Bastard was up in one of those Trees continued on Page 22
