The Arctic Marine - 25.09.1941, Síða 3

THE ARCTIC MARINE
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PROMOTIONS
DIRT FROM THE DECK
or SWAB THE DARN THING
The following promotions of
enlisted men have been made
among the anti-aircraft boys,
since they arrived in Iceland.
To Sergeant Major: Rohert
Colsky.
To Supply Sergeant (QM.):
Leland A. Cochran, Jr.
To Sérgeant: Benjamin P.
Baldwin; Leo Christian (QM) ;
Hughie L. Connors; James
Dietrich; John W. Fendle, Jr.
(CP); Hicks Geisler; James T.
Hudson (CP); Michael Hrab-
csak; William J. King; Francis
J. Lepionka; Atticus R. Morris;
John E. Sivec.
To Chief Cook: Robert W.
Vinson.
To Corporal: Salvatore J.
Alpedo; Julian E. Aubrey;
William T. Butler; Fred. R.
Dobrozonsky; John Finnigan;
Frederick H. Hayes; Wallace
W. Holdstein; Donald G. Kent;
Wiley R. Key; Virgil F. Koen-
ig; Edmund E. Lasinski; Geor-
ge W. Maddox; James E. Mark-
et; Otis G. Ovaska; George H.
Padgett; Johnie R. Partin; John
J. Rebrik; Thomas H. Reed;
MARINE NEWS
(Continued from paffe 1.)
The Chinese like the Marine
Band and will follow it when-
ever it marches down Bubbling
Well Road.
Associated Press—-
For the past 166 years the
Leathernecks have been fore-
most in many a famous ciash
of arms. And newswriters in
the states seem to feel that tlie
Marines in Iceland liave a right
to connnand their attention, to
see what high adventure, what
grim experience may be in
store for them.
The Marines’ journey to Ice-
land was like that of many
other expeditions. They sailed
under sealed orders, quietly
taking leave of their home
folks (if they were lucky
enough to see them) with no
cheering crowds, no salutes, no
brass bands and gay parades.
Other fighting men get a big
liand when tliey sliove off, but
most of the 180-odd landings of
the Marines have been in peace
time, when the rest of the na-
tion was often dimly aware of
their campaigns.
Time Magazine in an article
on the morale problem of the
new “draftee” Army, says:
“Tlie Marine Corps,whose hall-
John A. Schaefer; Jerome H.
Schiffer; Daniel G. Stadelman
(FC); John T. Stirling; James
R. Thompson; William F. Til-
son; Edwin K. Toner.
To Field Cook: Charles E.
Sellman.
To Private First Clsss: Jack
“C” Baxley; Henry A. Byrne;
Walter W. Camp; Samuel Car-
ser (CP); Richard Crawford;
Anthony A. Cussary; Jasper N.
Daniels; Ricliard R. Davis;
James H. Flower; Howell L.
Gay; James L. Gracejr; Rollin
B. Holt; Andrew Kardis; Cecil
M. Keech; Walter P. Kjetsaa;
Charles A. Lambert (CP); Ed-
ward W. Lemoi; Francis Len-
nert, Jr. (CP); William C. Lo-
wery; James W. Menscer; Pet-
er Norris; Whitt Neal; Arlit H.
Noonkester; Vincent O’Con-
nell; Edward C. Owens; Charl-
es J. Pino (CP); Edwin H. Pur-
chell; Joseph T. Rakauskas;
WiIIiam P. Reynolds; Earl I.
Smith; James L. Sprott; IJomer
A. Stultz; Elmer A. Tadio;
Walter S. Taylor.
mark is morale, and the Navy,
wliose morale lias long' heen
effortlessly achieved, had no
such worries.”
Life Magazine’s feature ar-
ticle in an August issue was
concerned with the joint Mar-
ine Corps-Army landing activ-
ity on Onslow Beach, N. C. The
First Marine Division, Fleet
Marine Force, and part of the
First Division of the Army co-
operated jn the maneuver.
Quantico Sentry—
Legislation has been approv-
ed which will permit the Se-
cretary of the Navy to extend
all enlistments entercd into
after 18 August, 1941, until six
months after the termination
of war or national emergency.
Quantico Sentry—
One hundred and ninety Ma-
rines liave been ordered to
Chicago to undergo instruction
in the Chicago Vocational
School. The courses offered
pertain to aviation trades.
COL. LEECH
(Continued from page i)
Corps to steer the new antiair-
craft outfits in their training
and to perfect a proper organ-
ization for an un-tried unit.
In addition to a thorough
“Have you heard the latest
dope?” Lord, how many times
have we heard that sentence
uttered. In June it sounded
like this, “We are going to
Ireland. Ireland, why I heard
we were going to Newfound-
land. Oh no, not Newfound-
land, I got it straight that we
were going to China. Aw, no,
you are all wrong_; I heard
from a fellow who heard Cor-
poral Jones say that Sarg.
Smith said that we were going
to Iceland. Iceland, ha, that’s
a laugh. We’ll never go there.”
Oh no?
Remember all those; well
times haven’t changed a bit.
The old Marine Corps standby
“Scuttlebutt” is still progress-
ing along witli the times. “The
Infantry is leaying, the Anti-
aircraft outfit is staying. The
Army convoy came in.” That
darn convoy came in umpteen
times before it finally did ar-
rive. “Pay raise, leaving the
15th, straight dope.” There will
come a day, Boys, mark my
words.
Seen with my own eyes; One
of the liandsome NCO’s of our
outfit, the pride and joy of
Cincinnati, had his pride hurt
Marine Corps training, Colonel
Leech has attended the Field
Artillery School at Fort Sill,
Oklahoma, taking both tlie
Battery and Advance Courses
during the years 1926-27-28.
He was selected as an artillery
instructor at the Marine Corjis
School during the years 1928-
29-30. He has been always as-
sociated with artillery and
good shooting.
Prior to taking command of
this organization, he was on
duty at Headquarters, Marine
Corps.
considerably. Stately and dig-
nified as he is, he was seen by
yours truly, running up and
down the hill with a bucket of
dirty skivvies, on the day he
was supposed to move. Some
people just won’t put out witli
a few Krónur to have it done.
Phooey. I guess you know it
was J. E. Hoover, Jr., of 3-1-5.
Our CP Sergeant running
around like a chicken without
its head. He was pulling a
spool of wire around, looking
for a needle to sew it to a tele-
plione pole, so help me! But,
definitely, it was W. J. Hoster
of 3-N-5.
Two dashing young Marines
who spend all of their spare
time in the quaint little village
nearby. They always come
back to camp with flushed
faces. Why? Just ask W. .H
Dixon and J. T. Fowler of
3-1-5, they can tell you.
Rumors are that Corpie
Schaefer of 3-X-5, so called
Ordnance Mech, can speak
very fluent Icelandic with a
full mouth of Vienna Bread.
All translating jobs ,will be
welcome, he saýs.
It’s the truth, so help me;
Who said that Marines are
mighty men. One GI Corporal
(Office Stooge) went strolling
down to tlie candy store tlie
otlier day. He bought three
Krónur worth of Rum candv.
Staggering back to camp and
heading for tlie office, he fell
up three steps trying to get
back to his beloved typewriter.
3-X-5 is still laughing at Cor-
poral J. J. Rebrik for that. .
A platoon of Gyrenes were
marching down the main drag
of a local city. The command,
“Platoon Halt”, was given.
Suddenly a voice was lieard
to say, “Here we are, Stúlkas,
figlit for us.” Oh Lord, what