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NOV 14 M2
Sentry
“No man can suffer too
much nor fall too soon, if
he suffers or if he fall in
the defense of the liberties
»nd constitution of his
country.”—Daniel Webster
All French North Africa, including .Morocco, capitulated
to the American expendition at 7 a.m. (11 a.m. PWT) yes-
terday.
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The United States and British expedition was driving
eastward at top speed from Algiers toward the Germans .1 i
now- in Tunisia, American and British forces reached and
occupied Bougie, 110 miles east of Algiers, early today.'
(The capitulation does not include Tunisia and all indi
cations were that there would be a clash there.)
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Generals, Lieutenants, Privates,
Tell of Big Day 24 Years Ago
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Col. Gordon H. McCoy
At the 11th hour of the 11th
month, in 1918, Camp Adair’s pres
ent commanding officer, Col. Gor
don H. McCoy, was so affected by
the sudden.silence that he stopped
the motorcycle which was taking
him to a hospital.
“Yes, I knew about the Armis
tice,” he said when asked whether
he really was aware of the reason
for an end to the -firing, “but the
change, from incessant noise all-
along the front, to deathlike si
lence,, was so impressive that I
just couldn’t keep on going. I had
to stop and let it sink in and try
to understand what had happened.
And I guess I was pretty sick. My
temperature, that night, was 103.
I had bronchial pneumonia.”
Col. McCoy was riding in a side
car, and when the motorcycle
stopped he was about six kilome
ters north of Verdun and not far
from tragic Dead Man’s Hill. He
was'Commanding officer of the 2nd.
Battalion, 364th F. A., and had I
been at the front for several weeks
on inspection. The weather was ter
rible and he had fallen ill and if he
had been forced to remain there
longer he might not have survived
it.
“I remember distinctly,” he said,
“the rumbling of the guns on that
morning and its sudden end and the
silence of a graveyard that fol
lowed. I remember the sight of
girls dancing with soldiers in the
streets of Verdun, as we rode
through the town, and then the soli-
tary Frenchman, waving his hat,
from a bicycle on the towpath of
the Meuse Canal, and crying ’Fine
la Guerre.’
”We rode on down, over that
road which follows the Meuse,
through St. Mi Kiel and as far as
Commerev, which we reached about
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Officials From Two
States Will Be Here
Stay-at-Homes—They Fight Too
O reg on-Wa shing ton Dignitaries
To Get Close-Up View of Army;
Will Be "Inducted" for One Day
The Unfenoum Soldier Speaks
Some 50 men prominent in the civilian life of Oregon
and Washington will be “in the army today—but for today
only,” as they get a close-up view of real army life at Camp
Adair to be provided by officers and troops of the “Timber
Wolf” Division, under the command of Major General Gilbert
R. Cook.
It won’t be a plush-cushion day.
As explained through offices of Brigadier General Wil
liam C. Dunckel, in charge of the arrangements, the agenda
has been arranged with a dual purpose.
Primarily the program will serve as a gesture of appre
ciation for the excellent cooperation which the command has
consistently received from civilians. Secondly it will help
these citizens, who represent a pretty complete cross section
of public life, to get some real idea of what the sejectee will
meet when he arrives for Army service.
By Gail Cleland
Lt. Col.. Chaplain
I am the Unknown Soldier. When that last burst of shell
struck me down in No-Man’s Land, and from my broken body
life went out, I seemed to hear angelic voices bidding me take
heart, for I had not lived in vain, since my Girl-Bride, whom
I had wed one month before I sailed for France, would bear a
Son to carry on my name.
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And now, my Son, I come to you
To speak of things forever true.
A man must change his value scale,
When Death has drawn aside the veil;
For money, fortune, fame and power,
May pass away in one short hour;
But some things to the poorest given
Outlast the very stars of heaven.
The Best is neither new nor odd,
But old as Truth, and Love and God.
Still Time to Crash
Big Dough for Photos
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Members of the Armed Forces
all over the country are submit
ting photographs in the national
contest sponsored by the American
Red Cross. The pictures are to de
pict some phase of Red Sross serv
ice or to be symbolic of the organ
ization's humanitarian motives and
can be submitted up to Dec. 31 when
the contest closes.
Monthly awards are 1st prize
$200, 2nd $100, 3rd $50, and 33 spe
cial merit awards of $25. Grand
award prizes are 1st $500, 2nd $300,
3rd $200, 4th $100 and 10 honorable
mentions of $50. No print more than I
10 inches in longest dimensions
may be entered, nor prints smaller
than 5 by 7. Negatives and prints
should be mailed to 598 Madison
Ave., New York City. The back of
each entry should have the name
and address of the sender and a
brief title or description of the
picture.
THIS WAR IS GETTING
TOUGH
Fruit drinks, milk, cocoa and
tea will be substituted for cof
fee, the Quartermaster Corps
announces, when the army stops
serving coffee except at one
meal a day, beginning in Janu
ary.
One man will-be allotted four
pounds per 100 men per meal,
instead of seven as at present.
This holds in the United States.
Men serving overseas may have
as much as they want, although
it is reported that the soldiers
in this war tare less for coffee
than did their predecessors, in
the other war.
Civilians are limited to one
cup of coffee a day, beginning
Nov. 28.
All wars are hellish things, and such was that in which 1
fought—in muddy trench and shell-torn field, with rifle, ghs-
mask, hand grenade, and biting thrust of bayonet steel. One
night, while fiery flares with lurid daylight lit the ground, and
screaming shells were bursting all around, an order came direct
ing us to go. My regiment advanced and met the foe.
We grappled with them breast to breast,
And beat them back with fighting zest,
Believing that unwritten laws
Give victory to a righteous cause.
And we were right, that fateful night—
We met them, and we overcame,
We won that bloody battle-game,
Our line swept wide, but I — I died?
If you ask why, I give reply,
THERE’S THAT IN ME THAT MUST BE FREE.
Full four-and-twenty years have passed and now once more
the cannon-blast has put an end to peaceful mirth, the strife
has gripped the sad, old earth. The wraith of War, with poisoned
breath, broadcasts the awful seeds of death, while hatred, like
a tidal wave, engulfs the world in one vast grave, And you,
my Son, of man's estate, arc called to serve, for such is fate.
It matters not what worth or state,—the guns do not
discriminate—a mother with her little babe, a working man, a
sweet young maid, a soldier or an aged man, a saint with whom
an age began—for bombs are blind and deaf and dumb; no
conscience guides a motor’s hum; an engine speaks with voice
of hell, and heeds no answer but a shell.
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room,
A large room. A very large
mom. Aha noted, and filled with
soldiers, including officers and non
coms the very least of which ap
peared to Aha to be a master ser
geant. “ Here’s your class,” said
the lieutenant, and wheeled out.
The class eyed Aha expectantly.
There was the rookie left stand
ing on a raised platform Everyone,
it seemed, expected him to conduct
a refresher course in heavy artil
lery firing Eventually, of course,
it was found that Aha had come
to learn about boiler firing, but
Pvt Aha couldn't quite manage a
military exit. The poor fellow, in
fact, stunk away.
I volunteered. There was a trace
Of tear-drops on your mother’s face,
Which she had bravely brushed away—
I knew she would not have me stay;
To stay at home in such a time
Had seemed to us almost a crime;
So I resolved to give my best;
I left my Bride all I.possessed—
My bank-book, my insurance claim,
My faith and hope, and my good name.
But war's more deadly now than then,
Since thund’ring engines fight with men;
The genius of the human brain
Has found new ways to count the slain;
Destruction is by wholesale planned,
To drive whole nations from their land.
The endless march of death machines
Has blotted out familiar scenes,
And Science, once our boast and pride,-
Invites mankind to suicide.
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What madness launched this deed of shame,
Conceived this “crime without a name?”
Some babble of a “master race;”
Some passion led by snarling face;
Some broken faith and secret spies,
A crooked cross, and specious liex.
Some insane cry of “racial sin,”
And “death to Jew's," the Lord Christ’s kin.
Thus human Freedom takes to flight
Before a madman's conquering might.
To free the world from such a blight, and vindicate the
truth and nght; one hundred million people saved, who now are
hopelessly enslaved, the victims of a plundering host. — to give
them back a faith now lost; to help bring in the brighter day,
and learn to live the Master’s way — in such a Cause to have
some part, should claim the noblest head and heart.
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—Statesman Cut
From left to right: Miss Gerrie O'Brien, of the Post Exchange
Office; Mrs. May D. Duvall, of PX 8; Lt. Victor J. Mix, assistant
post exchange officer. Mrs. Duvall, wife of S Sgt. Frederick C.
Duvall, instructor al the Cooks and Bakers School, saved money
from her pay and also from her allotment and bought $206 worth
of war bonds. (Public Relations Photo).
I was just twenty-one years old when I went off to war.
It seemed the only thing to do, when our great President,
Woodrow Wilson, spoke immortal words and, prophet-like, de
clared the day had come when America must spend her blood
and might for principles that gave her birth, and the peace which
she had cherished. God helping her, she could do no other.
Earnest Alton
Shafer, post engineer, as he was
about the time World War No. 1
ended. He was a 1st lieutenant, and
with other officers was lined up
against a stone »all at Domremy,
where Joan of Arc was born, to be
shot—by a camera.
'Whafs Your Business?' 'Firing, Sir.
Pvt. Aha Then Whisked into Difficulty
“Once I learn how to fire these
furnaces in these camp buildings,
you think I can learn about heavy
artillery firing, huh?” asks Pvt.
George Aha. a jeep in Hq. Co..
SCV. He asks it in a hurt, wistful
way.
Aha. a rookie with little basic
training under his belt, was one of
those chosen recently to le»rn how
to fire the heating boilers about
camp
He reported to a designated
building in one of the divisions and
was standing idly by when a lieu
tenant brusquely asked him his
business. “Firing, sir,” said Aha
Whereupon the lieutenant seized
the r-s-ku and ahiskisl him Ui a
with the responsibility of
Africo News ls GoodTimberWolvesHosts
Adair Vets of First
War Recall
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circulating post informa
tion and news at Camp
Adair. Oregon.
Camp Adair, Oregon, Thursday, November 12, 1042.
Major General Gilbert R. Cook
and Col. Gordon H. McCoy will
learn for the first time, if they
read the Armistice Day reminis-
censes which follow, that they both
were in the French city of Com-
mercy on the day firing ceased in
World War No. 1.
Others, officers and enlisted men
now at Camp Adair, will be hap
pily amazed to see that they were
within a few miles of one another,
all poised for a terrific drive on
the fortress-city of Metz, when
hostilities ended.
Possibly this retelling of the old
story will make for a renewal,
among the older heads here, of that
matchless comradeship which comes
only through the sharing of hard
ship and danger at the front.
Perhaps the younger men will
read and find that military service
in war is not so much of a sacri
fice, after all, if it can leave such
memories. Maybe it’s more a
gamble, for high stakes. The loser
dies, or is disabled. The winner
has a treasure that can’t be esti
mated in money.
Now here are a few Armistice
recollections. If there are, in this
camp, more exciting stories, don’t
blame your newspaper, which last
week invited one and all to submit
them. And please note that th^se
stories are not in sequence accord
ing to rank. They are all mixed up:
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4 weekly journal devoted
to maintaining moral«,
Camp Adair, Oregon
Mounting Guard in
Vol. 1„ No.-30.
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This Cause outweighs ail gain or loss;
For this, died Christ upon His Cross.
Go, serve, my Son. and ne'er retreat,—
Come life or death, such toil is sweet.
If life, then live with spirit high;
If death, then show how free men die.
Give your proud blood to melt the sod,
And your unconquered soul to God.
If men ask Why, give this reply,
THE WORLD MUST BE FOREVER FREE!
CONGRATULATIONS
The Oregon Statesman,
Salem’s outstanding morning
newspaper, did a swell job in
getting out a special Camp
Adair edition last Sunday. Steve
Merglar, managing editor, and
the entire staff are to be com
plimented for the nice things
they said about our camp. The
edition, all ready for mailing
home, may be purchased at any
PX.
General Bradley Has
Armistice Day Rally
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Generals Easley and Kane
Also Speak at Divisional
Assembly in Parade Area
High School at Salem
Major General Jame« L. Bradley, commanding general I
of one of the infantry divisions at Camp Adair, late yesterday Hears Captain Smith
addressed the officers and men of the division at a brief
Armistice Day ceremony and urged them to develop a "killer More than 1700 Salem high school
instinct” for this war.
studenta hoard the Armistice day
Other speakers on the program were Brigadier General speech delivered by Capt. F. T.
Claudius M. Easley. Brigadier General Paul V. Kane, Lt. Col. Smith, QMC director of supply.
W. J. Bradley, Chaplain (Lt. Col.) Gail Cleland, and Chaplain The assembly of the studenta was
L. A. Thompson and Chaplain T. P. Bermingham.
held in the Salem high school Wed
The ceremony, preceding Re ♦
treat, and including songs by Capt,
Day Rooms Will Look
L. A. Bach, was held on the par
ade ground and took place so late Just Like Ma's Parlor
that the Sentry can pivsent only
a short excerpt from General
Curtain rods
thousands Of
Bradley’s address. He emphasized them.
the training of the individual sol
The ('. D. Johnson Lumber Co.,
dier and reasserted his determina
Toledo, Oregon, has sent to Camp
tion to put a hardened combat team
Adair enough curtain rods to hang
into the field with the least possi
drapes in all the company day-
ble delay.
rooms in the camp.
“These first weeks of training,”
Learning of the need for day-
he said, “will develop every soldier
fintil he attains technical and tac room equipment through the Rev-
tical efficiency. We will grasp the erend Charles Neville, Lincoln
thorn in our hands and prepare county chairman, Red Cross Camp
our minds and bodies for the hard and Hospital committee, Mr. John
ships that must come la-fore final son agreed to furnish 7,756 lineal
feet of one inch rod, cut in the re
victory.
“We must be tough, mentally, quired four-foot lengths. An army
each man possessing a killer in truck, making a routine run from
stinct — a terror to his enemies Toledo to Camp Adair transported
and anxious to close with him in the rods. Those not already distrib
combat for the honor of the divi uted are in the Special Services
sion and in service to our country. warehouse for use as needed.
Aroused and in condition we arc
the best fighting men in the Major Fraser Makes
world."
Armistice Day Speech
P.O. Warning: Be Sure
You've Enough Stamps!
Major James W Fraser, Ord
nance Officer, was the principal
speaker at the annual Armistice
Day dinner held by the Silverton, .
Ore. American le-giori Post last
night.
Major Fraser, an army specialist
in the plant of the Army Ordnance
Office in Peoria, III., on November
11, 1918, addressed the legion
naires on “The Armistice, 1918, To
day and the Future Armistice.”
The camp post office calls at- ■
tention to a warning by Post
master E. T. Hedund, of Portland,
that insufficient postage on over
seas mail is burdensome and causes
delay.
He announces that airmal ad
dressed to a member of the armed
forces in care of the postmaster of
New York, San Francisco, New
DID HE SHOOT DESCHUTES?
Orleans, Miami or Presque Isle.
The Lions of Albany are sure
Maine, should be prepaid at the
to roar with amazement when
rate of 6 cents for each half ounce.
Lt. George H. Godfrey entertains
Airmail addressed to a member of
the armed forces in care of the I them at the Lions Club meeting
next Tuesday with an account
postmaster of Seattle should be
of his many experiences at
prepaid at the rate of 6 cents an
shooting river rapids.
ounce.
Lt. Godfrey has won out over
such dangerous rivers .*» Hell's
Wanna Ride?
Canyon in the Snake River, De
Want to ride to Eugene and
schutes River, and the John Day
back every week day ?
River — all in Oregon. Also
If so. get in touch with Miss I
the middle fork of the Salmon
Dearborn, phone 2900, and she'll i River in Idaho The Lions Club
put you in touch with a fellow
is meeting in the Albany hotel
who makes the 'drive. He has room
at 6:30 o'clock.
for Uir<v.
The ‘‘civilian army day,” as out
lined, will begin at 10 o'clock this
morning. At that time guides wilt
meet civilians at gates of the post
and escort them to meet with Gen
eral Cook at division headquarters.
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nesday noon. Capt. Smith, in ad
dressing the young men and wom
en, drew graphic comparisons be
tween the Armistice Day observ
ances of this year and those of
November 11, 1918, the date of the
signing.
The noxt step will project the
guests “into the army." They will
be taken to classification section,
interviewed and classified, via
Form 20. After this they will get
in Jeeps and be escorted to artillery
recreation hall.
Next comes chow, served GI and
eaten from mess kits.
Following this they will get a
replete review of infantry oper
ations, from the bleachers just
north of 12th St. N„ and Avenues
B and C. This will include demon
strations of various weapons, bay
onet fighting, commando fighting,
the “blitz course,” erection of hasty
field fortifications.
Top-off will come at the offi
cer’s club, with a coffee and dough
nuts snack.
To those who have “qualified”
in their army day, General Cook
will then present diplomas.
It will simply be, it was pointed
out, “one way in which the Army
can show that it appreciates civi
lian cooperation."
Carmichael, Bear That Walks Like a
Penguin and Talks Like a Politician,
Gives Cub Reporter a Scoop on Plans
Carmichael, the erstwhile “Bear of Camp Adair,” is rev
elling amid the pines of his new home, eight miles south of
Corvallis.
He is happy now.
But the hectic story of his ribald six days under and
about barracks 409 of Headquarters company, which cli
maxed when he tried to outfox Sgt. Charles Webb and made
his “big break” in CorvalliH Saturday, is a tale to out-do the
Perils of Pauline.
Ixtt us tell it. But first—the Sentry has a sensational
extra-account to offer. One of our reporters INTERVIEWED
THE REAR. Here is the story—as exclusive as mud on a GI
shoe, as natural as bleach on a blonde, as revealing as the
drapery on Gypsy Rose Lee:
“Before I went to »ee Carmich ♦
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»el,” said the cub reporter (Pvt. been a dog I’d have been born in
A. Zilch), “I plumb knew I had a litter.”
everybody »cooped. Why? Because
I observed that things were
I am a eub reporter and 1 can quite a litter here.
barely talk in any language.”
Confeeses Birthright
"Firzt, I scrooged down and
“The maid ain’t been in to clean
crawled under the barracks. It wan up yet,” said Carmichael, ’’But
dark. I couldn't see. But I could thia is a den. You find them every,
hear a sound. I recognized it for place. I was planning to start ona
what it was. It was Carmichael in Corvallis when the army got
scratching his fleas in his sleep. me.”
I hoisted my head and hit a joist.
“You wouldn’t be related to Jack
It wakened the bear and he growl Benny's bear, Carmichael, would
ed:
you ?’’
“ ‘Waddayabumswant now?”
The bear snorted: "I would NOT,
I said I was a cub, from the I am named," he said, "For M /Sgt.
Sentry. I said I’d snuk in for an William E
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Carmichael,
whose
Interview.
writings you have no doubt read.
Carmichael snorted: "Pish and You can put it down that I am
tosh. Leave my name out of thia.” mighty proud of the honor.”
But in the gathering light I could
The bear was looking around,
see he was pleased. He was also unavailing, in his pockets. He ask
surprised to find I could talk bear. ed "You got a fag handy?”
I at once began the interview.
“Just one,” I told him. “I will
"Where were you born,” I asked. split it with you. A couple of
The bear sounded a little con pfc.’s practically stripped ma last
descending. “In a den All bears night. The guys around the bar-
an- horn in ilena,” he said. “If I’d (Continucd on pngr 7, column It)