The White Falcon - 24.07.1943, Blaðsíða 4

THE WHITE FALCON
OUR FORCES — ALWAYS ALERT
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Battle Of Sicily
The report that two American enlisted-men para-
chutists marched to their headquarters in Sicily with
200 Italian prisoners—captured after Mussolini’s tired
men held a conference and “decided to surrender”—
is clear evidence that Hitler’s junior partner is now
primed for the knockout blow. That episode alone might
be indicative of nothing, hut similar reports of Italian
capitulation have crowded dispatches since Rommel’s
Afrika Korps turned on its heels and left the Italians
behind to shift for themselves.
The war, for which Italians lost their appetite months
ago, has now moved into Mussolini’s backyard, and his
people don’t like it. Their food has been confiscated
by the Nazis, their possessions and women have been
violated, and they realize that defeat is inevitable. If
they could bow out gracefully, the Italian campaign
already would be inscribed in history books as an Al-
lied victory. But it isn’t that easy.
President Roosevelt and Prime Minister Churchill
have offered Italy an “honorable” ultimatum, guaran-
teeing a fair bargain if the people turn against the Fas-
cist rulers who are responsible for their present di-
lemma. The John Q. Public of Italy has been obvious
in its desire to comply, but until Hitler’s Nazis are chas-
ed from Italian soil, fear for personal safety holds the
hapless Axis stooge in check.
So it’s a half dozen on one side and six on the other,
with the solution pointing toward surrender by the
Italians. With Italy removed from the conflict, Hitler
will become a lonesome figure in his “European fort-
ress” which already has been proved vulnerable to an
all-out offensive. Apparently Hitler’s sins have finally
caught up with him.
The Wolf bySansone
I think we'd better just hold hands!
Just about the most cheerful piece of news we have
had since they closed school for three weeks because
of measles when we were in the fourth grade came
yesterday, when it was announced that us guys are no
longer members of the lost legion stationed no -place in
particular overseas, but members of the garrison loc-
ated in ICELAND!
The cloud of mystery lias been
lifted and now you can sit down
and write your Aunt Bertha that
you are not in Trinidad, as she
figured, or in New Caledonia,
as she also figured. You can tell
her that you are located on a
large hunk of rock up close to
the Arctic circle, and the cen-
sors can’t do a thing about it.
Now it can be told!
This announcement puts to an
end what will undoubtedly go
down in history as the greatest
guessing game of the second
world war, if not of all wars.
In the past couple of years
members of our “Lost Legion”
have been “discovered” in every
port from Port Moresby, New
Guinea, to a small fishing vil-
lage in Northern Russia. And
all we could do was sit it out
on “The Rock” while our aunts,
uncles and comrades of yester-
day kept coming through with
the wrong answers.
A good deal of this confusion
was probably caused by the fact
that most American citizens are
just naturally detectives at
heart. This explains why, when
one doggie started writing his
letters in green ink, his family
started asking him how the peo-
ple in Ireland were treating him.
That is why, when another dog-
gie informed his girl friend that
he was “just sweating it out,”
she came back at him with the
query, “Is it true that all you
boys down there in the jungle
have to sleep under mosquito
netting?”
Censors here were frequently
puzzled by some of the messages
headed for the States, too. Al-
though most of the fellows stuck
by the rules (well, didn’t you?),
the censors were frequently
forced to frown over letters such
as the following:
“Dear Ma, Sure wish I could
tell you where 1 am, hut Uncle
Sam says I can’t and I guess he
has his reasons. Are you folks
still living in the icehouse? It
is midnite as I write this mes-
sage, but I’m not very tired so
guess I will go out and play a
game of ball. Sure wish I could
be back there in the old ice-
house!. .. .Hubert.”
Judging from some of the car-
toons we have seen in the maga-
zines, the people back home
have a slightly warped idea of
what this country is like. So
don’t be surprised if after you
break the news of your where-
abouts, you draw requests for
polar bear skins and penguins.
Without a doubt your girl friend
will request a picture of you
and your dog team.
These things we must bear up
under; we are no longer mem-
bers of the Lost Legion. We are
in Iceland!
‘JAe. JjnqubinQ.
Rapahtex
(Do you object to your girl
dating while you are gone? This
was the question The Inquiring
Reporter asked this week. Here
are the answers):
“I guess I would object,” re-
plied" Pvt. Lest-
er Greenya^ “but
I am not wor-
ried because I
know my Molly
vill remain true
to me.” This 33-’
year-old mem-
ber of the Med-
cal Corps com-
es from Milwaukee, Wis., where
he was a Civil Service worker.
Pfc. Aaron Keener asserted,
“I don’t have a
girl friend, but
if I did, I cer-
tainly would ob-
ject.” Aaron, 38,
is a native of
Albion, Ill.,
where he oper-
ated a billiard
parlor previous
to his entry into the service.
T/5 Arthur Hambly of Kirk-
wood, Mo., an-
swered, “Yes, I
would object,
but11 never wor-
ry because 1,
know I can trust
my wife.” A
nember of a
Medical unit,
Arthur is 36; he
was a tree surgeon in civil life.
“I imagine I would if I were
single, but since
I am married I
don’t think I
have to worry,”
explained S/Sgt.
Joe J. Langeduk.
“I have com-
plete faith in
my wife.” Joe is
an Infantryman.
He hails from Hamtramack, Mich.
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CHAPLAIN’S CHALLENGE
“Blessed is the man that
walketh not in the coun-
sel of the ungodly ....
nor sitteth in the seat
of the scornful” .....
Psalms 1:1.
Somewhere inside many of
us, there is often a vicious
strain of cynicism which
struggles for delivery. The
most unhappy example of this
can be found among the dis-
solute, ’who, unable to exer-
cise a restraining influence on
their own intemperate natur-
, es, jeer at all others as prudes.
Then there’s the fellow who
mockingly discredits the im-
portance of sports; and the
blockhead at school who has
nothing but contempt for the
bookish young man. Cynicism
of this sort springs from ill-
concealed jealousy — and is
certainly a quality of which
none of us can be proud.