Camp Adair Page Two Thursday, December 3,1942. Subscription by mail $1.50 a year or $1 fol ix months. Advertising rates upon request. Address all communications to “Camp Adair Sentry, Box 317, Corvallis, Oregon." New contributors to this issue: Lt. George If Godfrey, Public Relations officer; S Sgt. E. A. Brown, n“x<-<-i:de director; S /Sgt. R. L. Black, Sgt. Henry Beckett, T I Itaynioid John­ son, Cpl. John J. Gubelinan. T 5 Bu t Sliandli i Pvt. Roliert Ruskauff. LETS BE SMART When two speeding railway-, trains pile into each other or a streamliner hurtles from the raiis tin ¡exulting wreckage is hard to forget. Huge steel cars are broken like soda crackers and rails are twisted like pretzels. Human laxiies are not that strong—it is Impo6«i&le to de cribe what is left of them. When a giant airliner plumets to earth it isn’t a pretty sight. The engines dig large craters in the ground—crater« that should serve as graves for the unfortunate humans. But they are not given thHt macabre care Instead arms and legs and torsos lie scattered over hundied of square yard«. It’s a tough job identifying bodies when the skulls are crushed and the faces burned. Sometimes a soldier’s dog tags help if they stay with the body. When an arsenal blows up the sight isn’t o gory a a rule. The velocity of the explosion dot away with the corpus delecti. They just check the dead (Torn the list of those who were working. But in airplane crashes, train wrecks and explosions those killed don’t suffer It's the few left horribly mauled but «till alive who endure physical torture. The greatest tragedy i« seen on the faces of wives and mothers in the lined faces of fathers who dare not cry and the iadde«t of all is the pitiful bewilderment as the «low realization dawns in the eyes of small children. Such shoer, stark murder might be your fault. Whispering a bit of information to the sweet voung thing acroHfl the table or to tell something knowingly to an admiring audience in a beer parlor; to silence argument with irrefutable facts just out of the feedbag that may lie the preview to murder. Sure it’s just an unrelated fact that mean nothing by itself. And how could it go further? The cute young thing doesn't know a Flying Fortress from a wheelbarrow and those fellows in the beer parlor couldn't pos-ibly know any­ thing about troop movements. But remember working a jig-saw puzzle. One small piece alone means nothing, but with two or th lee continuous pieces the pattern becomes mon* clear. I When you talk and Joe talks and Johnny adds his bit and Jack lets a word or two slip at the next junction, they may all add up to spell a journey's end. Those poHtera on billboards, those pleas ami orders from your government to quit talking about things military, aren't addressed to the guy in the next barrack -they’re addressed to you. Be «mart, soldier. Keep your mouth shut. 111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111* {MUTTERINGS or \N 01,1) TIMER Ily II. II. Tinnì iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii i hi iiiiiii inn ti ni i it il it inn 111 un 11 ti 1111111 ti i ini i it Reports front the outside world indicate that some people are get ting silly about this war. Evidently the state of mind among soldiers, in camps and at the front, is more wholesome. Well it was in the other war That's natural. At home, and in their communities over the country, the people still struggle to live as they did be- fore we entered the war. Because the environment is the same, they find it difficult to grasp the »it uatIon as it really is. Here, all transplanted us w e re, and all conforming to a dis­ ciplille which in itself promotes both a healthy unity and a penci of mind which civilians cannot fitly I i II joy. We have II saner outlook We may not know whrte we’iv ing, hut at least we are on way. end This train of thought is prompted My by a hitter from my minister, the I tlilni Ri i. Dr. John Haynca Holmes, of the Community Church. New York Citi lie happen- to lie an extreme pacifist. whereas I think we should have been in this war from the time our enemies started on the warpath, but at least we are both at odd- with the i»olntioni.-t spn i which had no car- for th. i.-t of the world. “Just a word about the feeling of hate fur our enenm-, and th. teaching of thi* hate,” will. Di Holme- ”1 am getting a bit h « u the hate spirit la going to Io« ¡trace. however we may wi war, and it aeema to he grow I agree with you In all you about atrocitie» committed on women and children, ami old folk ami prisoners, as reported by I hind Stowe and other» These a th» atrocities of war, and th make me sick, and the per;a-tra tot* should be punished "But when hatred of whole pt< i* urged and taught. I volt, fi pl oples xr No Comment PEARL IIARBOR (December 7, 1911) Bi Gail Cleland. Lt. Col.. Chaplain 'Tis a quiet night, and the first faint light O’er the eastern sky is creeping, While the motor's roll of the Dawn Patrol (H t the ocean waste is sweeping. At Hickam Field and at Wheeler Field, A hundred planes are lasting. While the shadowy tips of the dull grey ships, Pearl Harbor's waves are cresting. In the barracks deep, where the soldiers sleep, No whisper of "Battle Stations”, For nil have heard we have pledged our word At the Peace Negotiations. But the seeming hush of the night wind's rush Is fanciful more than real. For the listening ears of a sentry hears The whirr of an airplane’s wheel! With nerves that are tense, he is quick to sense The threat of approaching danger; So he hurries alone to a telephone, Reporting n hostile stranger. i But the officer’s mind, too trustfully kind, lx closed to the caution needed, "That motor’s drone was, of course, our own!" And the warning goes unheeded. r “A nation’s word above the board", Is American tradition; So the troops sleep on, in the quiet dawn, With never a mild suspicion. But now up high in the morning sky, The Japanese planes arc soaring; The swelling sound has shaken the ground. And the whirr becomes a roaring. Then swooping low, the treacherous foe Has struck at a friendly nation There's a blinding flash, and a thund'rous crash! There’s death and devastation! And down within thnt awful din, Men’s voices arc heard replying. From blasted walls come rasping calls Of the wounded and the dying. From smoke and noise. American boys Conic stumbling into the open, Where the rat-tat tat of the Japanese "Gat" Leaves bodies maimed and broken. • onb Ern to H There is bursting shell and a fiery hell For our planes that arc not flying; There are submarine guns and torpedo runs For our ships at anchor lying. >• I’ E N. was n v qui a- present * had to i-l to moli­ li I he The American troops, in various groups. Have set np their stout defenses; Mid the Japs hnvt paid for the scon' they made Under cover of vain pretenses. ith their blood-stained hands, in the Axis lands. They are boasting a victory won; But of shameful deeds. as History rrads. No baser was ever done. Over ground made nil by the blood of our deml, On their hallowed graves, we swore That the craven attack by a stab in the buck, Should darken the earth no more. United at last, with dissension past, America answers the roll; We have entered the Fight for Truth and Right! Pearl Harbor has found our SOI L! wealth. Our first concerti is to win the war and then we mu»t estab- liih stieh a peace that nggiession will be unsafe for the aggrrs- or If possible, we must do that without penalising the innocent. But. in any ease, it must be done. To the Editor In your last Sentry issue for Although tevlorvil the Camp Adair, we have noted th* I and op- attached item ... being a filler... we military how come?? and listen. Don of the Utilities and Maintenance - vision cannot stand for the Navy ) ards rei unl. as w» have one chap here who drives One Hundred and I n,-li< tlt?> mil, eaih »lay to tfu and conic to work, as well ■» bring­ ing POUR iw sscngvrs with him and we think that ts some revvrxl. for besides doing his eight hours on the Camp he drives four hours each day ... and he is over sixty ¡rears of age Believe it or not? Let’s see if there Is any better record, as «r feel he deserve» a TIN medal. His name is tamis Hord.- and he works in the heating department Why not come over Mime time and see some of us guys We mir ht have some interesting