Mediterranean Algiers Stars and Stripes (Newspaper) - May 30, 1943, Algiers, Algiers Sunday May 30, 1943 the stars and stripes Page 71puptent poets sweetheart do you remember How the summer night stole softly Over our town do you recall the songs we Sang the kiss we shared at Dawn the Garden where the roses petals fall How nights were always warm and full of stars How music fell from heaven with the Moon to spill its stardust Over times old scars and make each hour a souvenir of june though winds blow cold and lonely Cross the sky and War Clouds blot the Garden where we met the memory that was you can never die. Hor time nor distance make this heart forget. Life a dream was then a world at peace with you in a fighting dear to make that dream come True. �?1st it. R. T. Hill shoot in9 from the hip its a thing that Seldom happens but i saw it months ago we were camped in Stuka Valley waiting round to Start the blow. All the men were eating supper. And one do face had his gun when a big Black Crow came sailing by and Here is what he done. The Soldier aimed his Rifle took a pot shot overhead but the Crow he kept on flying while our Cape a sternly said a a who s the nit wit shot that Rifle a a who a the dunce who fired that gun a we almost burst with laughing cause the captains a rare Sun. The Soldier ambled Over while the Cape a bit his lip then we heard the Cape a Bellows a Ash of tiny pigeons from the hip in the Soldier stood up bravely but his face was Carrot red �?�1 thought it was a Stuka sir and that a the truth a he said. All you men who read this Story better take a warning tip when you go and shoot a Pigeon done to be shooting from the hip. When you re Down in Stuka Valley spot a plane you think you know better hold that Rifle fire it May Only be a Crow a pvt. Meuchel Hamilton Campaign Nightmare i fought the Battle of Vin Blanc i fought at Vin Rouge too i even fought at Cognac and the Battle Isnit through. I had a War with aperitif a joust with Muscatel and when i fought at absinthe men i really went through hell. I mopped up at Malaga and then i fought with rum i met and conquered old vermouth a dirty fighting bum. I took Biere right in my stride and went straight through Champagne and next i battled with Cap Corse with All my francs and main. I was really a a on the Ball a they said i proved it by my work but men the fight that broke me up was scotch from old new York. Ill never fight again ill swear on Book and bended Knees for there i met my Waterloo and wound up with d. To a pvt. Thomas f. Ryan auf Weide Sehn remarked an observer in Sousse while watching the nazis a mousse Quot i note that their step is deficient in Pep they never Learned that from a Al. Al r. Etel Huettar and so we meet again at Huettar from Thala where we sent you reeling Back now once again you la feel our furious might and shrink before the steel of our attack. For wrongs still a avenged and rights denied a bloody reckoning be yours to know you la curse the Dawn and dread the darkening night and fear shall make the very winds be foe. A pvt. R. B. Newcomb two cities High up in the Northern Moun where the sky is an Ocean of drab gains there a a crumbling City in ruins the place known As Medvez Al Bab. Its streets Are pock marked with Shell holes most natives have Long since fled and death hovers Over its alleys marking those who Are dying and dead. And South on the Edge of the desert where the Sun is the hottest by far there a a Mosquito infested Oasis a place they Call Al Huettar. There a the grime of the years on its houses. And the filth of an age on the floors. And lean hungry faces keep peering from sagging bomb shattered doors. They re places that no one will visit they re blasted and empty and Bare for men have forgotten those cities and god does no to know they Are there. A sgt. J. B. Richardson end of the Trail dirty Gertie from Bizerte a a miss latrines since 1930, blossomed out like rumours do and How that lady a legend grew. Her shape was touted As divine from Tunis to the Mareth line. Her contours difficult to gain As any drive on rough terrain. Her name was heard from Sfax to Bone and soldiers lying taut and prone before the onslaught on mate it said Quot soon Well meet this a for at last they marched into Bizerte and met up with the famous Gertie but alas their Many Hopes died Young for Gerties Mousetrap had been sprung is sgt. John Hines or. The poppies Bloom again tile poppies Bloom again. Their Scarlet carpet now Tunisia a Plain. At Fonduk Gap and Al Huettar at Kasserine the blood ran red to match the poppies Hue As men kept Faith with freedoms Light anew. Those poppies Bloom unseen. From you whose lips Are sealed from you who sleep beneath the red of Flanders Field from you at Valley forge from present and the past from you who rest beneath Tunisia a Scarlet Plain god Grant us strength to take that Torch again and hold it to the last. �?1st it. Lewis in Grimes dear wife of course i miss you Darling every jog gone die hard Day but the things i miss about you Arentt what poets have to say. I miss. My scrambled eggs for breakfast i with Bacon Crisp and Light. That second cup of Coffee and napkins Large and White. My laundry always ready \ the shirts so clean and Bright \ and the never failing matches that always lit my pipe. / that lipstick on my Collar your hand upon my Arm \ the Way you looked and whispered and your lips so soft and warm. Tears and hairpins on the Pillow All those things we loved dear i miss them. J a Edward f. Buxton u. S. N. R. J Vigil \ a Vigil in the Solitude of night i a sentry Post beyond the Barrack a 1 Light i time passes though the very seconds creep eternity before Relief and sleep. Twixt Lovely Sunset reddening the West and tousled Dawn still flushed from Rosy rest a multitude of stars Are friends to me night s chill forgotten with such company. My starry friends desert me one by one to flee before the tide of rising Sun within this time my mind has travelled far bound Only by tile night and morn ins Star. A pvt. Re b. Newcomb Guadalcanal diary Jungle fighting jape beaten at own game mail Call addle rated Anne dear editor alter Reading the asinine letter of miss a a Goody Goody Ann cog Nito of Milwaukee in mail Call we emerged with a bitter taste in our Mouths. Its a pity we in North Africa cannot enjoy our most desirable newspaper and the cartoons therein without a series of uncalled for unwarranted and add elated remarks from an outsider. If As miss Cognito says it a a caters to the tastes of wanderers and then we must assume that wanderers and morons have actuated the successful Campaign in Africa. Concerning miss Cognito a threat to marry a 4-f, what makes her think they Are different than we perhaps Nond scr who think of Reading Zly u to a pop nah Thmia sons dear no no Burma is tank in 1> fete and thousands keeps All civilians away from our bivouac area and wont allow stray dog no matter How big to come near the Peep he always rides in. Altogether Hes travelled More than 25,000 Miles and has been overseas longer than any dog in this theater of operations. He left his wife and family in North Ireland. He has his own service record and dog tags. He in t looking Tor glory just wants to be a pfc. So boys Well just take the Bow. A an infantry company a mail storm regarding a letter by t-5 Peter Keller in your May 8 Issue i would like to explain the procedure in of she is searching pc some making a mail letters you Guys 11/>\tvm1 receive. It is not the government i that is at fault As Pete seems to ii Noin t the in or Rod in to r _ _ not the epitome of our dreams but seeing so few Amel can women and magazines we enjoy a Little spice. And Burma is certainly not 4-f. A sgt. I \ k d i ambers him. Loi is i Galde do face shorty dear editor in Reading your m in r be Canoe t Nill a a lie in Echt Vird do like him who Are at fault. As in any photographic process a Good copy is necessary to make a Good print. Keep your forms clean. Write them carefully. Take time and print a Little larger. Use a typewriter if you can get near one done to Pencil if you can help it. Ink shows much better. Remember this is not a single picture proposition but a continuous process where thousands of letters Are made within a few minutes. Give us Good prints and we i give you Good letters. Here Are two More suggestions that Are very important. Leave a Good Quarter Inch around the inside of the guide line or you re liable to get a letter that is almost impossible to figure out. Tell the folks at Home to use the form the Long Way. Done to write across the Page. That a Why you Are losing the precious first and last lines. �?t-3 Bill Woodburn signal photo mail the battalion command Post Wasny to much of a place but it had a wonderful View. Over the rolling broken terrain in front you could see the Jap positions we were shelling and looking Back you could watch Blue smoke Curling lazily up from the guns when the artillery let Fly. The 75�?Ts thumped Back there and the shells lobbed Over. Sometimes you could catch the burst on the slope in the distance. With your naked Eye you could see the craters and through your Field glasses they came up close. You see the japs. They were keeping their bellies close to the ground. A plane worked Over them from flank to flank just nosing around. The front that a part of it. You can to just walk up to a line in the Jungle and say a a this is the front a because in this Jungle of Trees and vines there is no such thing actually. There Are Advance positions and patrols and snipers and Strong joints but All Are embraced by the Jungle. We would ilk clog which we arguments. A shorty by Scotty on the scotch win by. In tints on my has seen Scotland Enel Iii t in a id to the states due n. It he Trai hours then be ten Minuto Brut our tie ail Uri ail. Ai i in t111 came in the mail from a Pilot Bick a a it exactly bin e m hat he mean i. Ltd visibility Zero the up itself with its View from the rim of the Jungle was a few Hundred Yards from our Advance positions on the other Side of the Hill. Through the Maze of Green visibility into the Bush is practically nil you can see about As far As you can throw a Rock and that a not very far. Men Are fighting in that stuff fighting japs wearing clothes almost exactly the same color As our own Green uniforms fighting the heat and mosquitoes and the matted growth on the Hills of the Solomon islands. A a its slow hard work a said a colonel from Chicago. He grinned showing Teeth so White they surprised you when they flashed out from the heavy Blac k Beard on his face. There was nothing about him that suggested he was an officer he wore greens with the coat open All the Way Down the same As the rest of us. But he talked like a Man with authority and there was Pride in his voice. A the boys Are getting on to this kind of fighting one said. His men were part of the steadily arriving army reinforcements and there were ways of killing a Jap in the Jungle that they had to learn for themselves. The colonel it Aid the up was chunked to move up withal 24 hours. The battalion was pushing on. Heat i i Row Ere on the Hillside shelter halves were stretched Over Foxholes dug i info the vol 1 to. Was hot in the i ie., b. . I a from the heat anywhere on Guadalcanal j in the daytime except in a River it far to the rear where everybody bathes and washes clothes. A patrol had come in from Tho Bush to make its report. Sweat soaked infantrymen tired and Cov ered with Black Jungle grime were sprawled around half sitting or lying face Down on the ground. Belts with yellow painted grenades attached were Flung beside them and rifles leaned within arms reach against ammunition cases or tree trunks. Two soldiers walked Over to Ai half empty moisture Sodden packing Case and rummaged through tins of rations. Nearby another yank stood half naked his coveralls ripped off above the fabric Belt. Its All expendable Here and a Man makes such changes in his clothing As he thinks Best. Sleeves and pan legs Are sheared off and leggings Are Cut Low. In the old Days the co would have blown a fuse Here its different. Men sat around watching the Shell bursts on the Jap positions and talked while officers Bent Over Aerial photographs and the sergeant major made out his morn Inge a strength report. Some of the men had shaved recently but a they were the exception its bet Ter to have a Beard. Get that gun Soldier talk at the up was grim. No foolishness. A patrol last night had run into trouble and another patrol was out now to clean up the machine guns that had caused it. What about sni. Liers Damn the snipers get that it gun the guide who was taking the patrol up had been wounded this morning and they a sent Zimback. The patrol went on. Down off the Hillside engineers worked in the Sun stripped to the Waist. Bulldozers bit into the ground and cleared out a Road while our artillery whistled overhead. The machinery bucked and plunged and past it in single file came native boys wearing discarded i clothes or their own wrap arounds bearing tins of food and water containers up to the up. They Bent Low and Felt their Way up the Steep slope their big Bare toes digging footholds into the ground. By afternoon a jeep could make it to the top Tho bulldozers had posted their Way of toe pet the Edge of the Jungle tomorrow they would All go on. The battalion was moving in. A Slit. Mack Morris
