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THE POST, FRIDAY, AUGUST 4, 1944 _
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FROM FIELDS AFAR
Tired Of Pineapples
Dear Howard:
I believe it is about time for me
to drop off a few lines to you. First
I want to tell yo how much I ap-
preciate the Post. It not only tells
me where all of my friends are sta-
tioned, but it also tells me how
the people back home are cooper-
ating in trying to get this conflict
over and bring back peace. Yes,
we all must do our share no matter
what the cost.
I am now stationed on the Island
of Oahu. It is fairly nice but it
will never beat good old Pennsyl-
vania. I have visited Waikiki
Beach and I am telling you it
doesn’t compare one bit with Sandy
Beach out at good old Harvey's
Lake. I have also seen Honolulu,
Pearl Harbor, the Kole Kole Pass
and many other smaller places.
I know I never dreamed of eat-
ing so many pineapples that I would
be sick of them, but that time has
come. And just between you and
me, I don’t care if I ever seen an-
other one.
I found the hardest thing to get
used to are the natives. There are
many different races here and
when they start jabbering, or talk-
ing as you call it, well, it doesn’t
make much sense to me.
Well, again I will say ‘‘thanks”
for sending me the Post and here's
hoping we will all be back soon.
Cpl. Theopore B. Davis,
C- Island of Oahu.
® I've been waiting for a long
~ time to tell this story, Ted. When
my brother-in-law was in Hawaii
a few years ago, a red-headed taxi
driver took him out to the Dole
plantation and they stole a couple
of pineapples from beside the road.
The taxi driver was an American
whom my brother-in-law had never
known before. They got quite
clubby and Bruce said: “Red, how
did you ever happen to make
Hawaii your home?” Red replied:
“l was discharged from the army
out here and decided to marry and
settle down. I enlisted in Penn-
PUT THESE IN YOUR
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ness of this list, compiled each
week from the card index of soldier
information on file at the Post.
If you haven't any of their ad-
dresses, call Dallas 300 and ask for
Martha.
Edward Thompson Aug. 4
Robert P. Hanson Aug. 3S
R. C. Huey Aug. 6
Asa Dale Parsons Aug. 6
John Reese Aug. 6
Paul Montross Aug. 7
Stacy H. Schoonover Aug.
Robert Gross Aug. 8
John Garbutt Aug. 8
_ Harold Rood Aug. 8
Daniel E. Rusiloski Aug. 8
Russell J. Transue Aug. 8
James D. Wyant Aug. 8
George A. Frazier Aug. 9
Alfred Alvie Hoyt Aug. 9
Harold Rood Aug. 9
Joseph Stencil Aug. 9
Bernard Wisnieski Aug. 9
Lauren Dymond Aug. 10
Jonathan W. Jones Aug. 10
Harry Williams Aug. 10
Lemuel Williams Aug. 10
Durwood D. Splitt Aug. 13
Joseph J. Hudak Aug. 14
John B. Kitchen Aug. 14
Thaddeus A. Szela Aug. 15
Robert A. Dierolf Aug. 16
Edward Fielding Aug. 16
Lester Fiske Aug. 17
Alfred A. Lamoreaux Aug. 17
Clifford Fink Aug. 18
James A. Lavelle Aug. 18
Robert Davis Aug. 20
John E. Tribler Aug. 21
Wayne I. Harvey Aug. 22
Alvin W. Jones Aug. 22
Harry Morris Aug. 22
Edward Milbrodt Aug. 23
Harry Decker Aug. 24
Joseph J. Elias Aug. 24
Russell Greenwood Aug. 24
Lester Reakes Aug. 26
William Ashburner Aug. 27
Reynold T. Deater Aug. 27
John Fehlinger, Jr. Aug. 27
Donald T. Mitchell Aug. 27
Lewis Reese Aug. 27
Frank Shappelle Aug. 27
Wilson Garinger Aug. 28
Ralph C. Antrim Aug. 29
John H. Borton Aug. 31
Lewis M. Culp Aug. 31
Aug. 31
Joseph R. French
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sylvania.” After further inquiry
Bruce found that Red came from
Nescopeck and was the son of the
woman who had boarded his father
when he was teaching his first
term of school in that community.
It's a ‘small world and pineapples
always remind me of that story.—
Editor.
From A Foxhole
Dear Editor:
Each time that I receive the Post
I quickly look at the Outpost page
and practically everyone the same
as I, starts out by apologizing
for not writing sooner. Why its
that way I don’t know. It wins
isn’t because we don’t appreciate
what you are doing for us, because
that home town news is just what
we really enjoy.
Since I last wrote you I've come
a long way, but still have the same
objective: Berlin. Today makes the
thirty-second day for me on the
Normandy front, which isn’t very
much like a sight-seeing tour. And
if anyone thinks he can’t say a few
words in prayer once in a while,
ask some of the boys that have
been on the front lines. But one
thing we are positive of here, is
we know who will be victorious
in the final show down.
I'm sorry that this letter has to
be so short but I'm sitting in my
foxhole sort of cramped trying to
write, and besides I have some
duties to perform, so here’s hoping
you keep the Posts coming my way.
[=
Howard S. Rice,
Somewhere in France.
® The next fellow who writes
to me from a foxhole and apologizes
because his letter is short or late
or even intimates that we are doing
something magnanimous by sending
him a lousy little newspaper every
week or so, is going to get a ton-
gue-lashing right here in the Out-
post. Why, you bunch of bums! Who
do you think’s making this paper |
worth reading, anyway? Who do
you think’s got every grandmother,
grandad, pop and mom, sister and
brother and girl friend pouring
through these papers every week.
Well, it isn’t me, and it isn’t the
social editor or even Martha. Its
you guys out there writing from
the battleships and submarines, the
jungles and beaches, jeeps and fox-
holes. Let's not get mixed up on
that again. No more apologies, no
more baloney or I'll edit it out of
your letters, so help me.—Editor.
He’s Been Writing Poems
Dear Howard:
Just a few lines to let you know
everything is going along O. K. I
am feeling fine but I sure do miss
my wife and son.
I haven't as yet received the Post
over here, but I know some day |
it'll come.
A few months back a fellow was
telling me about his buddies, and
I decided to write a poem about
him. I don’t know how it'll sound,
but here it is:
WHEN I LEFT HOME
I didn’t want to leave my home,
Or did I have the urge to roam.
I didn’t want to leave my wife and
son,
But I was in, till Victory was won.
Over the sea to some foreign land,
To give our friendly allies a help-
ing hand.
We were soon taken into a regular
outfit
Where they made damn sure we
were physically fit.
They drilled and worked us all
through the day.
Took | a sponge bath, then hit the
hay ,
To try to get a little sleep,
But all you heard was a bouncing
Jeep.
Crawl out at dawn for ‘morning roll
call
And to hear some Sergeant yell
“Get on the Ball!”
Then to the mess hall for some-
thing to eat;
Then get ready to start blistering
our feet.
Off to the hills to hunt and explore,
Oh, what I'd give to see the ones
-T adore!
Into the Jungles, so dark and so
dense,
Only to be stopped by a barbed-
wire fence.
The wire to us was only a trifle,
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Newest War Poster
One of the few unsolicited war posters ever accepted by the United
States Government is the one shown above, submitted by Wesley Hey-
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More than 700,000 have been printed and distributed by more than
100,000 Boy Scouts throughout the country.
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effort with his poster design.
But soon we heard from the enemy
rifle.
They thought we'd walked into a
trap,
But it doesn’t take long to get rid
of a Jap.
Back to camp in the middle of the
night
To boast to the boys of our vic-
torious fight.
Wasn't long after that the bullets
found me—
No more battles was I to see.
Back over the sea, the waves and
the foam,
Once more to rest in my happy
home.
I hope you like it and I hope I
get a Post soon.
Best regard,
Pvt. Bob Roberts, (Kingston)
c/o Postmaster,
an Francisco, Calif.
Sounds “Ok” to me, Bob. Now
I know why we haven't heard from
you in so long. You've been writ-
ing poems. A fellow will do that
when he’s homesick or in love. I
wrote one for Myra once. She
never appreciated it. Yours is bet-
ter than the one I wrote. I'd hate
like the dickens to see mine in
print.—Editor.
" Joe Writes From Rome _
Dear Howard:
Well, I have a few minutes off
so I thought I would write a few
lines. Well, we are going strong
and we hope to end this very soon.
I have seen just about as much
as I want to in Italy—the mext
place I want to see is the U. S. A.
I have visited Rome quite a few
times, and it is a very beautiful
city, the best I have seen since I
have been overseas. I have seen
the Pope and he is very friendly
toward our troops.
While in Rome I noticed a Cap-
tain riding in a Jeep. As the Jeep
passed, the face looked very famil-
iar and it looked very much like
Capt. Larry Lee. Then while read-
ing our newspaper called the Stars
and Stripes, I noticed a statement
N
{ by Capt. Lee, so I guess I was right.
Today we had a small funeral for
our platoon mascot. ' It was a baby
deer we captured a few weeks ago.
It died from wounds received from
artillery shrapnel. He was as tame
as a dog. He would follow us
everywhere we would go. We
called him “Mike Rough.” - The
name was taken from “Rough Isn’t
it?” “Rough” is a word we used
because it was rough fighting and
climbing those hills to Rome.
I am also sending a picture. It
was taken when we came off the
front lines near the Colosseum in
Rome. Also you can see I am wear-
ing the Infantry combat badge you
hear so much about.
oe Wallo, i
Italy.
® Thanks for the tip on the
story, Joe. We got a copy of Stars
and Stripes and ran the article
about Larry last week. You fel-
lows are just about writing all the
stories in the Post now and does
this
especially on a quiet week. Every-
editor appreciate the tips
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CONTACT
For
Service
Men
Cpl. Nelson C. Garringer has re-
turned to Camp Chaffee,
where he is a tank mechanic, after
spending a seventeen-day furlough
at his home on Church street.
* * *
Mr. and Mrs. Frank Garris of East
Center street, Shavertown, have re-
ceived word that their son, Staff
Sergeant Robert Garris has arrived
safely overseas. His brother, Ralph,
has been stationed in England for
the past nine months. On board
ship Bob met two old friends, Al
Pritchard and Claudia Cook. All
were separated when they reached
their destination in the United
Kingdom.
* * *
Ernest Reese, S 1/C (RM) of
Fernbrook, was graduated from the
Navy's Radio School at Sampson,
N. Y. this week and awaits as-
signment to sea duty or a Navy
shore station.
* * *
Paul Skopic, A/S, of Lehman
completed his boot training at
Sampson this week and is home
on leave.
WOUNDED IN ACTION
PVT. HARRY ROGERS
Idetown, in France,
June 18, 1944.
Serial 33175142
Det. of Patients
4106 U. S. Hos. Plant
APO 511, c/o P. M., New York.
PVT. JACK EVANS
Trucksville, France,
June 7, 1944
Serial 13055698
Det. of Patients
4160 U. S. Hos. Plant
APO 651 c/o P. M., New York.
S/Sg. THOMAS J. NEYHARD
| Fernbrook, in France,
| June 19,1944
Serial 7022126
158 Genl. Hospital
APO 519 c/o P. M,, New York.
PVT. JOSEPH YANEK
Lehman, in France,
June 7, 1944
Serial 33458195
Det. of Patients
4152 U. S. Hos. Plant
APO 68 c/o P. M.,, New York.
F. 0. W. GLENN KNECHT
Dallas, in France,
June
Serial T-50749
PVT. LAWRENCE E. MOSS
Shavertown, in France,
June 12, 1944
Serial 13174804
Hospital
Central Postal Directory
APO 640 c/o P. M., New York
SGT. MADARA M. KRIEGER
Trucksville, in France
July 12, 1944
Serial 33056332
4176 U. S. Hospital Plant
APO 207 c/o P. M., New_York
PFC. ELMER LAMOREAUX
Lehman, in Italy
October, 1943
Serial 13100025
Room 325
England General Hospital
Atlantic City, New Jersey
June 7, 1944
Tilton Hospital
Trenton, New Jersey
Hospital Patient
PVT. RAYMOND H. LOVELAND
Trucksville, Georgia,
Ward 6A Lawson Genl. Hos.
Atlanta, Georgia
body except Tom Templin seems to
get fed up on Italy pretty quick.
He must have settled down over
there somewhere and taken up
farming. We haven't heard from
him since he began to take things
easier and left the Rangers to join
those old codgers in the paratroops.
3d In Armed Serviee.
J;
RN
I'm afraid Tom's slowing up.—Ed-
itor. .
(Continued on Page Three)
Ark.;
FROM CAMPS AT HOME
Johnny’s Coming Home
Dear Howard:
It’s about time I wrote again—
this time for two special reasons.
First, I think the article about
Bob Girvan was really a swell com-
pliment to a very swell guy. I cer-
tainly hope we hear some word
soon saying he is still alive. He
and Ray Elrod were two very good
friends of mine. Ray Elrod and
I were in the same squadron in
Honolulu in" peacetime. After Pearl
Harbor we were put in different
outfits but saw each other until
he left for Cantol Isle and I for
the “Canal.” The Girvans are really
all in, in this war. I sincerely hope
nothing happens to any more of
them.
The second reason was the letter
from Leonard Hooper. I wish you'd
send me his address. I had it when
I first got back in December, but
I've misplaced it.
It’s about time he had a chance
to come home.
again. We really used to have a
lot of fun fishing at Fern Knoll
and up at the Country Club. That's
been five years ago and it seems
more like last summer. War seems
to erase the time element from
your memory—at least it did for
me. If it works that way for the
other boys they won't have such
a hard time to get used to old
familiar places and faces. :
This seems to be a rather serious
I'd like to see him
letter for me to be writing.
I see Gib Huey is making out
0. K. now. He is another bay that
deserves a well-earned rest. He
and his outfit didn’t have a very
nice time of it.
Harry Boehme is doing O. K. too.
I hope he likes married life.
School is going on the same. It
keeps me busy 12 hours a day. Just
ask Mike Wallo. I don’t know how
he managed to hold his temper long
enough to finish school. Do you
know whene Mike is now ?
I hope to see you about the first
of next month if all goes well.
Say “hello” to all the local
“boys” that I know for me.
I'm due at work in a few minutes
so I think Ill have to ring off.
_The Best to You,
# Johnny Garbutt,
* Sec. B, Plat I
3701 AAF Base Unit
Amarillo, Texas.
® You've got a good-natured
mother, Johnny. I just got her out
of bed (10 p. m.) to ask her how
badly Girard Walsh was wounded.
Last night Western Union called me
to help them locate his family.
After a dozen or more telephone
calls we finally located them
through Fred Youngblood. I just
learned from your mother that he
was slightly wounded somewhere in
the Pacific area. I also learned
from her that you'll be home this
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Living Memorials For All Our Boys
In memory of me, you wouldn't erect
A dreary stone that would reflect—
No thought of joy or living things,
Or hope, for which the whole world sings.
I ask that you go plant a tree
To cast a shadow cool, for me.
A tree to bless the weary earth,
Or any monument of vital worth!
In haunting memory, on marble cold,
I want no story of my valor told.
Forlorn and desolate, they stand for years,
Despair they bring, and lonely tears.
Instead, I beg you plan a place,
A playground—where children race,
A little lake— a bathing beach,
A happy place—in easy reach.
For all the Boys—on sea or land,
For all the Flyers—who victory planned,
From the Spirit World—We unite our pleas—
For playgrounds—pools—and glorious trees!
No futile piles of stone to mar,
The landscape view—both near and far!
Dead monuments are but idle toys—
Give living things for our noble boys!
Millicent Easter.
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