The White Falcon


The White Falcon - 14.11.1942, Blaðsíða 4

The White Falcon - 14.11.1942, Blaðsíða 4
4 THE WHITE FALCON OUR FORCES - ALWAYS ALERT Published by and for the American Forces, under the super- vision of G-2 Section. Managing Editor, T/3G. John G. Allee; News Editor, T/4G. Gene Graff; Art Editor, T/5G. Harrison Standley; and Circulation Manager, Pvt. Carl A. White. All photo- graphs are by the U.S. Army Signal Corps unless otherwise credited. This paper has been passed by the Censor and may be mail- ed home for one cent. Counter-Blitzkrieg America has staged her first counter-blitzkrieg! With dramatic power only possible from a surprise move, American soldiers achieved “Hitler’s impossible,” by sweeping into territory vital to an offensive against the Axis from their most unprotected side. Just how distressing the Germans find this new proxi- mity of Americans, can best be appraised by the sud- den shift from their former taunting of America’s use- fulness as only a poor supply center to their present nervousness in trying to minimize the importance of the new Allied bases, while trying to race across the so-called unoccupied French soil and establish them- selves at Tunisia before the Americans can counter- blitzkrieg again. But the United States finds this taking of territory and strategic bases quite enjoyable. And the thing which the Germans have failed to realize is thqt America, since being thrown into the war less than a year ago, has moved continuously in her pre-war policy — esta- blishing sound bases, swiftly, unexpectedly, and democra- tically. Bases such as Bermuda or Trinidad, Newfound- land or Labrador, Iceland or Greenland, are all of the same pattern, even though less dramatic. We are at War now, and bases now gained require force. Yet the President of the United States can an- nounce joyfully during the taking of the strategic points, “The United Nations’ Forces are being joined by large numbers of fighting men of our traditional ally, France. .... And it is heartening for us to know that the sol- diers of France go forward with the United Nations.” It is just such statements, expressing hope and plea- sure over the freeing of subjugated peoples, which make well-planned moves of ihe Americans incom- prehensible td the Germans who have only expressed joy and satisfaction over the enslaving, of races. It is the difference between “Blitzkrieg, democratic style,” and “Blitzkrieg, Hitler style.” Nor is it mere coincidence that the American drive hits at the moment when Rommel is embarrassingly having to be apologized for. While the Axis radio hysterically beams the useless- ness of seapower, the inability of the Americans and the British 8th Army to join, their own power in Russia, the falseness of the French in giving in, and many other wild tales in an effort to hide her terror; their radio is strangely silent on how such a convoy can slip past Gibraltar, how such precision of plans could be carried out by any nation except Germany, how badly fooled the Germans were by the Dieppe raid, or how dispersed the manpower of the German Wehrmacht must now become after the horrible bleeding on the Russian battlefields. Instead of boasting that Suez was but waiting for Germany and that the Nazis had but a short time to wait until Japan’s road to the Reich was a wide one, Germany stands desperately close to seeing her chances for any African gains go tumbling, her chances for increasing pressure on Russia become an impossibilit3r, and virtually her desire for world vic- tory suddenly turn to hope for self-survival. And all because some democratic Americans landed in Africa and found the land hospitable and readv to accept their liberators! America has launched her first counter- blitzkrieg against Gerniany! Where will she strike next? The Yanks are coming! The Yardbird’s Lament 74 Jnqubdng. E.epa>ite>L (The Inquiring Reporter de- cided to give the officers a break this week, so he corner- ed four of them and asked them how each met his girl-friend or wife for the first time. Here arc the answers.) Major John W. Haines, Infant- ry, who hails from Washing- ton, D.C., says hq worked for a fellow who had a charming sist- er. The kind brother handled the introduction, and a year later the Major married the gal and “forgot all about the brother.” Major Haines joined the Army in 1929, but remained inactive un- til 1940, when he was called to regular duty. There’s a gallant American lass in these parts who turned down ,an invitation she didn’t receive .... Her job is to entertain en- listed GI’s when they’re on pass .... So when an officer asked the Washington, D.C., sophisticate for a “date” she revealed she “had other plans for the evening; how about some other time?”.... Alas, our heroine didn’t under- stand the officer merely was in- viting her to attend an enlisted men’s party .... He asserts, in- cidentally, it’s the first time “he’s ever been turned down for a date.” And then there’s the Captain who deserves a pat on his back from the doggies .... He planned a special celebration downtown with a couple of his men .... Entering THE entertainment spot, they were informed EM were un- welcome .... Did the Captain ignore his friends? .... No, sir, he left in a huff and spent the evening as planned — with the hoys in another nitery. Imagine the chagrin of the jeep driver who piled into his wagon, started the engine and couldn’t understand why he didn’t move forward when he tossed out the clutch .... He was rescued, how- ever, when a buddy informed him the. wheels had been placed on wooden blocks the night before while the grease monkeys did their work.... But, he’s no worse than the soldier who manufact- ured his own “Zoot suit.” .... His w^s composed of an OD blouse, woolen,longies and a pair of fat- igue gloves .... They say he cuts quite a fancy figure these days. "Water, water everywhere .... but not enough for a private who told a Dental Officer he couldn’t find enough to keep pearly white molars pearly .... Now he re- ports to his Corporal every hour on the hour and the two-striper supervises the teeth-cleaning op- eration .... Two more weeks of this and the Corporal might even start cleaning his own choppers. It isn’t often that a GI slum burner will admit his shortcom- ings .... But a contributor un- covers a member of his unit who located a silver coin in his mess kit after waltzing through the chow line .... He agrees that the idea was novel, but wondered why the token was baked through and through while the beans covering the coin were raw ... Now other fellows in the unit pester the cook for some- thing to compensate for his man- handling of their food. A self-styled scholar has been unearthed here .... Whenever he reads a novel he keeps a huge dictionary within reach to fath- om out “wordsaslongasthis” .... Last reports indicate that he got his signals crossed the other eve- ning and began reading the dicti- onary, while using the novel for reference .... Tsk, tsk. Col. Hubert L. McCullough, 44- ? year-old F.A. of- ficer, also met | his future spouse through a mutu- | al friend. A road •.onstruction en- | gineer before (Jncle Sam beck- oned, Col. Mc- Cullough has been married 14 years and is the proud father of four healthy youngsters. A swimming party “blind date” started 1st Lieut. William P. Gat-1 es down the road of matri- mony. Hailing from Columbus, Ga., he tells the tale in his own words: _ “We were strolling down a romantic lane when I CHAPLAIN’S CHALLENGE. “Think it not strange concerning the fierce trial which is to try you...” I Peter 4:12. There is infinite truth in the old adage, “A gem is not polished without rubbing, neither is a man perfected without trials.” This precept points out better than any ar- gument just how the soldier may profit from the rugged- ness of his army career. Dis- cipline in itself is an educa- I tion in courtesy. From the spiritual point of view, ex- perience brings with it a wi- dening of the intellect, a quick- ening of the sympathies, and an expansion of the soul. started to ‘pop the question.’ I stuttered, but she coyly whisp- ered ‘Yes’!” Lt. Gates was em- ployed by the U.S. Railway Mail Service in civilian life. \ When the dean of a girls’ school invited Major- Robert E. Bar- ron, Infantry, to a reception she said, “I want to introduce you to the girl you’re going to marry.” So he did. Maj. Barron has been married 15 years and has three children. He was in the hard- ware and milling business before entering tho Service

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