The White Falcon


The White Falcon - 14.03.1942, Blaðsíða 4

The White Falcon - 14.03.1942, Blaðsíða 4
PAGE 4 THE WHITE FALCON Published by and for the American Forces in Iceland. Published under the supervision of G-2 Section, IBC. PFC Edward E. Murray, Jr. Cpl. Rowland H. Dow, (USMC) Managing Editor. News Editor. / ' PFC Peter T. Macy, Sports Editor. This paper has been passed by the Censor and may be mailed for one cent. A Note to the Press From the wind-swept land of Iceland where servicemen of two great allied nations live side by side and stand as one in being guardians of this great Atlantic outpost which keeps open the strategic lifeline between American and Britain, we ask the press of both these great nations take cognizance of a vastly rich ex- perience. We speak now of patience and understanding. The plea is motivated by the reaction given to articles appearing in American and British papers whicli pierce into the bloody and mangled mass of a war sector, hoping by so doing they might be able to strike the core and rhetorically say: “This is what caused our downfall.” The American press lias been too anxious, too sharp in giving criticism of war failures; too ready to point the finger of guilt to an ally. Nor has the British press escaped this lust for prodding. They point most recently to Java and ask whether American military strategy was sound in that combat area. America has been at war little more than three months. Yet, history can record nothing but greatness and bold tradition in these few months of conflict. England has been at war for more than two years. Her small army has made the world its battle front. Can we forget that after the fall of France when England was forced back on its small island and nearby stood the armies of Germany and Italy ready to pounce on it, when even Russia was a doubtful country, and Japan threatened to attack—how this noble country with nothing but a strong heart and mailed fist accepted the challenge to her democratic way of life? In 1939 America and Britain were babes of mechanized war. Today—in 1942—we’re starting to wear long pants. Tomorrow we shall grasp the steel razor and whittle the enemy. A transition, in a great many respects, like that experienced here in Iceland. We were the first American soldiers to be serving alongside the British in a combat zone. It has been over eight months now —first the marines and then the army—and time taught us not to be too hasty in judging our allies. We couldn’t understand why they were so constantly happy and cheerful. And they couldn’t understand why we drove our trucks like madmen. Now we know why they’re cheerful—their cause is so right. And they under- stand our idiosyncrasy at driving now—because they’re doing it. We have watched our commander standing beside their com- mander as we maneuvered with the British on valleys and moun- tains and we could see only one result—success. Surely, if we who are to do the fighting can do it with mutual patience and understanding, then, can not the press, whose trust we so dearly need in these trying hours? Do not ask, “who’s guilty?” Rather, ask, “have I helped?” Sweets to the sweet. A box of candy arrived yesterday for Right Flank (it was addressed to Murray, Dow, Macy—now they can’t say I didn’t tell ’em). The box came from Mrs. Henry Matthews of Lombard, Ill., whose son, Henry, Jr., is with the infantry in Iceland. Thank you, Mrs. Matthews, the candy was delicious. K The AAASD (American Association for the Advancement of Sane Driving) proposes three lane drives for motor vehicles in Iceland. One for the jeep class, one for middleweight cars and one for the ton and a halfs and over. This way they would run up against their own weights and make the fight a little more even. Sj>eaking of trucks—has anyone yet figured out which is the front and rear of some of these British vehicles? A fat slice of Spam to the winner. K Dizzy dreams—walking along the streets of Rinkeydink and being whistled at and annoyed by a group of boisterous stulkas. Mr. Sgt. .1. J. Coyne did a swell job on the new telephone dir- ectory. He admits the only thing omitted was a statement: “any resemblance to correct spelling is purely coincidental.” K The “blame” for this week’s column goes to Staff Sgt. Jim Burford. by 1st Lieut. D6ri Hjalmarson ! SKCLANN. HvaS er Jietta stora hus jiarna? TaS er slcoli fyrir born fra sjo til tolf ara. BaeSi drengir og stulkur eru saman. f>a5 eru atta bekkir i skolanum. Nams- greinarnar, sem eru kenndar, eru: reikningur, islenzka, mal- fraeSi, rettritun, teikning, song- ur, saga landafraeSi, heilsufraeSi og leikfimi. Einnig er barna- garSur fyrir litil born. Kennar- arnir eru baeSi karlar og kon- ur, og eru ])eir vel menu lafiir. MaSurinn, sem stjornar skol- anum, er skolastjorinn. Oil born a aldrinum sjo til fjortan ara eru skolaskyld. TO SCHOOL. What is that large building over there? That is a school fgr children from seven to twelve years. Both boys and girls attend together. There are eight grades in the grammar school. The sub- jects taught are arithmetic, grammar, spelling, art, music, history, , geography, health, writing, reading, natural history and gymnastics. There is also a kindergarten for small children. The teachers are both men and women and are well trained. The man in charge of the school is the school superintendent. All children between ages seven to fourteen are required to attend. Direct Mail With U.S. Direct mail service between the United States and Iceland has been inaugurated, it was revealed today. Previously all mail between the two countries was routed through England which resulted in considerable delay, taking as long as two and three months for delivery. Und- er the new plan mail wall be delivered directly taking ap- proximately three weeks.

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