The Arctic Marine - 25.09.1941, Qupperneq 4

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THE ARCTIC MARINE
CENSOR’S NIGHT IN ICELAND
JIAIL
: The dope was out that the mail was in,
: I couldn’t lose, I knew I’d win.
j For mail call I couldn’t wait,
: Her letter, I knew, would not be late.
: She was my best girl back in the States,
: She promised me — four years she’d wait.
: How often she would say to me,
: No other man could ever be.
: Names were called left and right,
i I knew she had written every night.
: For time to write she had more and more,
j All other men were such a bore.
j At last John Doe’s name rang out,
j It made me so liappy I liad to shout.
j It wasn’t a letter, just a card,
j And the words upon it were so hard.
j „I tried to be true, I tried and tried,
j I liad few dates, I never lied.
j Rut the ones I had were so much fun,
j You can erase your plans; they’ll not be done.“
I couldn’t laugh, I couldn’t grin,
I knew for us it was the end.
j But when I do get back to the States,
Ten million gals will he seeking mates.
So many girls — Lord, what a show,
Then I’ll select, ’twill be hard I know,
The loveliest of all, her hand I’ll fake,
A home for her and myself I’Il make.
j My happiness then will be complete,
j 1*11 lium, and whistle, and truck down the street.
j When returning from work, her smile I’ll see,
j I’ll say, “Boy, Iceland did it for me.”
í S. A.
makes us Marines so darned
modest.
Heard here and there; The
boys of 3-H-5 are wondering
why one of our First Lieuten-
ants sings “I didn’t raise my
boy to be a soldier,” all the
time.
Somebody said that Sarg.
Povalac of 3-X-5, Ordnance
Mech Deluxe has a very in-
genious mind. He has been
trying for the past seven days
to adjust the head space on a
Daisy water pistol. He swears
that when he accomplislies
tliis, he will ship over.
The Property Sarg of the
Anti-aircraft outfit, Corp. 0. Q.
Humphreys is the proud fath-
er of a haby boy. No wonder
the boys were wondering why
lie went walking around in a
daze saying, “Who would’a
thought it of me.” Incidentally
he is the only man in the
world that makes his son sign
a receipt slip when he surveys
his diapers.
Food for the fishes; Top
Gardner, 3-X-5, the man who
was born in the deserts of
Texas and raised in the wilds
of Oklahoma has been walking
around the camp saying, “I’m
getting younger every day. I
don’t feel a day over 72.” I
will not quote myself on that
statement but I have my own
ideas.
Handle bar mustaches in-
stead of “Hash Marks” are he-
ing worn in tliis camp. A pro-
spective Gunny started tlie
wliole thing. Will sombody
please, donate a couple of cans
of “mustaclie wax” to Platoon
Sergeant S. I. “S” Kinel of 3—1
—5.
My deepest sympathy goes to
tlie officer who brought his
platoon out of the hills. Now
they will have to wear shoes
and shave. How terrible.
We all want to know why
one officer takes so much pride
and time with the H&S platoon.
He always liolds Reveille at
five twenty-five on the morn-
ing that lie is 0.0.D.
You can take take this or
leave it, I’m the kind of a guy
that never worries.
Yahudi of 3—X—5.
Dear Ma;
I ain’t never tol you this be-
fore cause I thot it mite worry
you. Since I levin the ever-
glades I ain’t bin so happy,
that ther sargent that talked
me into joinin theMarinesshore
had an oily mouthpiece. You
no the man I’m talkin about
the one who used to come from
the sity down to home in that
purty blue uneeform with the
red strip down the leg. I took
him fishin and gator huntin a
few times. well ma, I ain’t got
none of that romance and blue
uneeform he told me about.
All I got is a pare of blue
overalls from the quarter-
master an a lot of scratches
from tryin to get the romance.
I shore got it in for that fella
from now on.
Ma, I’m tellin you I was so
tickled to see land for the first
time, when I got to iceland, but
ma I was never so disappointed
as when I got off tliat ship.
that sargent tole me I ought
to leave the everglades and the
indians and go out and see
how beautiful the rest of the
world was. well ma, I took liis
advis and what happen, they
sent me up liere in Iceland
where ain’t nothin but big ol
hills and sno and ponies. Ma
tliat remins me please send me
them long handle wool draw-
ers that uncle oscar boght that
time he went up to south car-
oline cause it slior is cold up
here. Ma the only thing that
gettin on land did that made
me happy was to give my sto-
mik a little rest cause that roll-
in ship and them bears shore
kept it upset.
Another thing, the sargent
tole me about tliem nice warm
barriks the Marines liad. I tole
you about the tents we had in
south caroline. they got some
shacks up there they call liuts
hut tliey ain’t nothing but tin
shacks like we got in the ever-
glades. they look like a water-
melon cut half into, laying on
the ground. They shore are
drafty and there ain’t no wood
to build a fire cause there ain’t
no trees. Ma you remember
that time I took you to the
movies and to see Tom Mix
they showed that desert, well
Iceland looks just like it only
its cold up here instead of hot.
Well ma I reckon you want
me to tell you something about
the people here. I’m tellin you
there is some of tlie purtiest
gals you ever laid eyes on.
they are shore a funny lot just
as skittish and shy as a wild
filly. When you try to talk to
em they sticke there noes at
you like them wimmen in ads
you see in the magazines.youve
seen em ma. Tlie ones about
soap and BO. these gals ain’t
stuck up, ma, they just can’t
understand us. The men ain’t
any different when you speak
to em they just stand there and
look at you like my ol mule
back home. by the way ma how
is ol pete gettin along. I’ll het
he sliore is friskv now that I
ain’t home to plow him and pa
is too blamed lazee to. does pa
still lay around on his lazee
hanches drinkin corn and tell-
in them yankee hunters that
come down about catchin them
big fish or about them bears
or gators hees killed. well tliere
ain’t no gators up here but the
bears are thick. the big white
kind, they call em polar báres.
I rode one of em the otlier day.
Ma the only trouble I had was
he couldn’t understand nothing
but this here Iceland talk and
I can’t speak it. I finly got him
goin after a lot of kikin an
cussin. I was skeared he was
goin to bite me at first but lie
didn’t. I’ll bet he would of if
he had knon what I was call-
in him. well ma I rekon ther
ain’t no more news to tell you.
Your lovin son;
Cedrick ....
l-X-5 GOSSIP
Fred W. Stevens and Sam
Sauerborne are no longer mere
Sgts., but have climbed to the
third rung from the top on the
enlisted man’s ladder of suc-
cess. Both men have given lots
of time to the service and most
of the men are proud to see
the old timers make platoon
sergeant.
L. Christian (QM), J. W.
Fendle (CP), J.T. Hudson (CP)
and F. J. Lepionka have all
been issued Sgts.’ warrants. All
men seem to be holding up
pretty well under the extra
weight of the third stripe.
Charles J. Pino is proudly
displaying the first eyebrow
that, according' to Pino, is a
distinct marking of success. He
vows, hovever, that his rank
won’t go to his head and that
privates can speak to him with-
out being apologetic.