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Military Insignia Guide
IN THE MARCH,
the : recognition
Editor’s Note: The following essay has been brought to
attention of the editorial caff of thi “Sentry” and it in turn would like
to pass it along to the readers, since it embodies a subject which is i
of concern to us all. It was composed by ( . W. Robison, of Portland.
noted west coast lawyer, and was presented fir-' over KGW. New- of I
it came to th< ‘'ention of the National Broadcasting company, and
in a few week, was aired over a nationwide network, and the NBC
ordered 500.000 copies to take care of listener-' request:.
The Itecognition
VICTORY
You know, I think I’d know Him, if I'd meet Him trudging down
some snow-filled Russian road, or if perchance we'd stopped awhile
beneath the burning Lvbian sun. Yeah ... I’d know Him if I was
resting in the jungle heat of a valley near a town called Guna.
kinda feel I'd know Him, anywhere or anytime.
And when I'd meet Him, we’d rest awhile. He'd sit down by me
. . and I'd lay down my tommy-gun and gas mask, and my pack and
we’d just talk about the things he’d wanta hear. I'd tell Him of my
mother . . . how she believed in Him. He'd smile so wistfully and
say, “My Mother, too. Mothers, they hav< ever been the same.”
Then I’d tell Him how I grew up . . . how I was raised on the
streets where the men and not the houses wear the numbers. I'd tell
Him . . . how when my old man trot hitched again ... he and his new
"dame” threw me out. that’s how I got to running with the "gang."
I'd tell Him how "a father” here, "a sister" there, and sometimes
some guys from some poor mission tried to help me. He’d nod His
head and say. •'These are (My best beloved) the good shepherd.- "
Then I'd tell Him how. when 1 got a little older. I got in the
t "racket.” I’d come clean . . . I'd tell Him that I'd done a “stretch.”
And He’d look'at me and say, “There are scars on your soul. My Son."
Then He’d look at Hi- white Hands with those great scars upon the
palms . . . and it would seem to me as if the wounds were fresh again.
Yet, when He would lay His Hand upon mj shoulder, why, the touch
just made me ''lean again.
Then I'd tell Him of the things . . . just as they were. I'd tell Him
of this guy “Schicklegruher” and that bald-headed, fat one that plays
at Caesar. I'd tell Him what they did. I’d tell Him how they murdered
millions of men and women . . . yeah, little children. I'd tell His that
they mocked at Him and laughed at God. Then I’d see His eyes just
flash . . . then I'd kinda feel sorry that I’d bothered Him. He’d seem
to know it, for He’d say, “For it is not ye who speak, but the spirit
of your Father which speaketh in you.” . . . "Verily I say unto you,
it shall he more tolerable for the lam! of Sodom anil Gomorrah in the
Day of Judgment . . . (than for such men as these)."
Well, maybe then I’d say, “But how about me . . . me and my
tommy-gun?” And He’d say to me, earnest-like, “What I tell you in
darkness, that speak ye in the light: and what ye hear in
preach ye on the house-tops.” . . . “And now I say unto
hath no sword let him sell his garments and buy one."
lhen about that time . . . we'd have some grub. I’d take out my
•nNergency rations, and we’d split them. He'd look at me and whisper.
“Blessed art thou, oh Lord, God. King of the Universe, who sanctifies
food to His children.” Then we’d eat.
I'd say. “I’m sorry. Fella, I ain’t got any more . . . and my can­
teen’s dry.”
He d nod and say, “I am the bread of life. He that cometh to Me.
shall never hunger: and he that believeth in Me shall never thirst.”
Then I d feel just like once when I was tired. I lay down on my belly
by a brook and drank, and felt so sool and fine again.
Then when I’d look to where He was . . . I'd be alone . . alone
again.
I cah, this much I ve got . . . this thing I’ve got for sure, I know
• ■ ■ ■ Fd know Him if I’d meet Him on the Russian Steppes or on the
Lybian wastes or in a steaming jungle near a town called Guna. I
know I’d know Him anywhere . . . anytime ... or any place.
By C. W. ROBISON. Portland, Oregon.
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MUTTERINGS
conqueror. The great Hannibal
crossing the Alps referred to Win­
Send Her
ter ns u "sentinel guarding the nar­
row passes of the mbuntains.” And
1 So buddies be true to this- friend­ today in the greatest war of all
AMP
military history, we find ourselves
ship
Our friend, our guide and our light in the winter season.
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sives, are being dug out for scrap.
As the days and weeks of train­ And land u safely together
ing for war become months with­ On good <dil American soil.
out change in its rigorous monot­
ony. a soldier naturally becomes a There we will meet our loved ones
bit discouraged and is apt to feel A new life then to begin
I
at times that he isn’t accomplish­ Should wi> meet no more in this
ing much.
world
He should not be discouraged Ma; we meet up there with him.
and he should be made to realize
By Pfc. Frederick Jones
that he is by no means a failure.
382nd Inf.
In his blue moments he is inclined
to overlook certain facts.
Less than two years ago our If you and I were snowflakes twain,
Army was faced with tiie urgent
And floating gently forth.
A 12-Fage Supplement in Full Color showing 250 different
problem of training tens of thous­ Upon a cloudlet’s foamy sea,
I
insignia of the Army, Navy and Marines—plus 11 dis­
ands of men for combat as quickly
Went drifting toward the north—
tinguished service medals. Now you can spot who’s-
as possible. The finest young men This flake would b<> a happy soul,
who-and-what at a glance!
in the nation were inducted into a
For freezing, icy breath of north­
world strange to them. They re­
IN THIS SAME ISSUE
ern wind
sponded magnificently. It was ip- Would blow us close, and freeze us,
Old Flying Fortrei» Downs Japs’ Best Bomber. How a riddled
evitable that not all these men
cold as Death.
American plane deiied the laws of chance in a dogfight
would get into the brunch of the
Into a glacier we would sink.
over the Solomons.
service they thought they should. And there for eons lie,
How to Behavo in North Africa — What our troops were told
It. is not possible to predict with
Twin little lacy flakes of ice
about making friends with the natives and not speak­
absolute accuracy the perfect place Hidden from every eve.
ing to women.
for any individual, no matter how
But as a southern breeze should
intelligent, healthy or industrious
Dramatic
Story of the Submarine — An American invention
take
, lie may be.
that was stolen by the Germans.
U< to his warmer dime,
But the Army is doing an excel­
And gently fold these flakes of
How Houdini, America’s Greatest Magician, performed some of
lent job. No soldier, if he is fair,
snow—
his most hair-raising escapes.
can deny that the Army is making Together for all time:
Them are 35 absorbing features in this one pocket-size maga­
an all-out effort to.carefully weigh
Then we, my love, in ecstacy
zine .. . condensed for quick, enjoyable reading.
individual qualifications and in so Would swiftly melt and flow
far as possible making assignments
NOW ISC TO SERVICE MEN • 15t TO EVERYONE ELSE
Together in one diamond drop,
to the type of .service desired. Ed­ A miniature rainbow.
GET THE MARCH READER’S DIGEST AT YOUR PX OR CANTEEN
ucational opportunities, the best in I
— Ida H. Waite.
equipment, recreational and re­
ligious facilities—all attest to a
i prn THE MAN
regard of personal welfare remark­ I
pity the man who ne
able in wartime.
known
The good soldier will bear all of ,
The pleasure of owning a pup;
this in mind. And while knowing
Who never has watched his funny
that discipline must be fully main- ;
ways
tained, can so deport himself as I
In the business of growing up.
to establish a wholesome comar-
Atal always follow this friend
For he is ready to guide us
If only we’ll turn to him.
It's A Great Life
s
Camp Adair Sentry
Thursday, March 4,1943.
OF AN
OLD-TIMER
By Henry Beckett
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GOVERNORS ISLAND, N. Y.— | York and then I gently put him
This paper certainly gave me a , down at the stable door.
But when I looked back I saw a
great send-off, and I have just now
seen the piece written by Wallace small white object following me in
the dark. After awhile it stopped,
(Unknown Quantity) Rawles, it. waited a bit, then slowly returned
reached me late and i disconcert­ to the stables.
ing, because I had seen later edi­
Somehow I have a strange feeling
tions of The Sentry and was that I haven’t seen the last of my
amazed by the paper's steady im­ little cat. in a few days I'll mail
provement since the staff got rid some catnip to Stable Sgt. George
of me. I knew that it had to get Jensen. Perhaps he will distribute
better, but not so much better.
it among the cats—which will be
Although Rawles tin- Pfc (a- he multiplying when spring comes—
was when w< parted), i an M. I’., aid will report briefly to me. If
some of his data al-oui me was so, I’ll express thanks in this col­
true, und all of it was compli­ umn. It’s news, I think, when cat­
mentary, so accuracy doesn’t mat­ nip i mailed from New York City
ter. He did go u bit far. 1 though-. to the cats of a camp stable in Ore-
in calling me a friend of G-nera: i on. And if. in this way, I can
Pershing. It's a fact that one I 1 keep Oregon cat contacts for the
crossed the West Point campu ■ wit! duration, perhaps when the war is
General Pershing, asking question ever my Robin Adair will come to
to which he paid no attention, but !iv< on my wife's New Jersey farm.
does that make 11- friend '
Most of all, I appreciated the ar
Your Governor
count of my cat idyll, a ; I should
describe it, and may I add to that
Greets You
now? On Sunday afternoon, th«
day before my departure from
Virginia
Cunt)) Adair, I went to the tables
Please give my congratulations
and borrowed little Robin Adair, a.
I had done every Sunday afternoon, and best wishes to the Virginia
and took him to the Public Rela­ boy- at Camp Adair and tell them
tions Office, where he curlid up in they arc greath missed at home.
a wire basket and slept, while 1 Virginia is proud of her sons in
the Armed Forces, and knows that
worked.
they will play their part with
M Sgt. William E. Carmichael
dropped in to pet the cat and look great courage and fortitude. -C.
on me with understanding, He W. Darden, Jr.
knew how I’d grown to love that
Mimic <>ta
grateful little ball of fur. It was
Thank you for the opportunity
after nightfall when I canied the
cat back to the stables. I told him to greet the men from Minnesota,
to rememlier me as long a.i a cat We want them to know that we are
could remember and 1 promi '■>! to might,' proud of them. Best wishes
gend him some catnip from New to all. Harold Stassen. -
rutabaga
z/srsy
Have You Seen This
Gink? Zilch Seeking
Enlightenmentation
CHANG E
CERPIS
i
!
To the Editor:
I am very sorry as due to
( ALLING I)R. KILDARE:
thing and another I have not been
An
eminent surgeon recently at­
writing you any high-power fea­
tended
the unveiling of a bust of
tures pf late but notice you now
have a lot of columnists anyway, himself at one of our leading uni­
but you ee 1 am -till in the Army. versities. After the ceremonies a
I am extremely curious for some young woman came up to him. “I
enlightenmentation about who IS
is hope you appreciate,” she said,
the individual pictured here who “that 1 have come 50 miles to see
I have seen walking about this your bust unveiled.” Whereupon
Army Post, often near and around he graciously replied, “I would go
Service Club No. 1 where this j a thousand miles to see yours.”
From Ft. Niagara Drum,
make-up fellow from Hollywood,
New York. aderie between officers anil men. 1
Steve Clensos, works.
I
^te
The army is patience, toughness 1 '),tv the mo" wh” ‘‘"ters
and humility rolled into one—and 1 Alone and un-noticed at night.
SPORTS DEPT: A basketball the soldier who combines these No dog to welcome him' joyously
home
game among some officers was with a good natured determination
not
to
grumble
or
complain,
but
to
’
waxing hot and heavy here recent­
I
ly. Toward the end of a very hectic make the best of it, will go home
from
the
wars
a
better
man
for
it.
, * pity the man who never receives
period, the referee — an enlisted
In hours of bitterest woe.
man — blew his whistle loudly and
Sympathy
shown by a faithful dog
brought the play to a stop.
In a way only he seem-, to know.
“One more trick like chat." he
ANSWER BOX
bellowed at one of the players, "and
i pity the man with a hatred of
I’ll throw you out of the game—
dogs;
<4. When was the khaki uniform
SIR!"
—From
He is missing from life some­
Aberdeen Proving Grounds. first worn by the U. S. Army?
thing fine;
A. It was first worn in 1898 by
Pvi. cieusvs is tue ionow who
the volunteer troops in the Spanish- For the friendship between a man
TRACK
AND
FIELD
DEPT.
makes the life masks and trick
and his dog
Our Ozark operative reports: American War. It was found that
makeup stuff I was telling you
Is a feeling almost divine.
the
heavy
woolen,
dark
blue
uni
­
I thought would be a good story. Their wuz lots of excitement over
form was too hot for the tropics.
Pvt. at Pistol Creek last week. Grand-
Yesterday I went to
The khaki was found so serviceable, "IF WINTER COMES . . .
Clensos and they cold me he would pappv Fettlesby wuz paintin’ the
that the whole dress Regulation for Can Spring Me Far Behind?”
be there soon and I sat down and barn roof and fell off into a barrel the Army was changed to khaki.
The world at war is in the midst
was looking over some military of turpentine. We can’t find out
of another winter. And throughout
secrets and stuff when this old how bad hurt he is yet as we ain’t
Q. Where did the “grenade” get the history of the world's wars, win­
snort I'm sending you the picture been able to ketch him.
ter has been a decisive influence in
its name?
— From The Bealiner, Cal.
of came in. He aid:
A. We’ve heard that grenades the outcome of the battle. Napoleon
“Get the (mustn't say the naugh­
were named after the pome- in his historic retreat from Mos­
ty word, mustn’t say the naughty
NO HOPE:
grante because this fruit made a cow hailed “General Winter” as his
word) out of my office.” in a high
Susie: “How is your boy friend rattling noise when shaken. Your
cracked voice.
coming along with that Army In­ guess is as good as ours as to how
I said: “I am waiting for Pvt. stitute course he is taking in much truth there is to it.
Clensos, the make-up artist. He English?”
runs this part of this office you
Adele: “Terrible! He still ends
Q. Are we supposed to salute
don’t.”
every sentence with a proposition.” Army nurses?
He said: “Oh no? Rcdikulus,
ONLY FACTORY
From Fort Niagara Drum,
A. Yes. They’re entitled to the
young whippersnapper,” and went
New York. same privileges with reference to
AUTHORIZED
SERVICE
to work drawing pictures and
salutes as are customarily enjoyed
IN
CORVALLIS
things.
BERTH CONTROL: A man in a by and prescribed for grades cor­
Pretty soon I got num and left. crowded pullman gave his berth to responding to their relative rank.
Van Buren at Second
I will find this Pvt. Clensos some
Phone 21
an old lady who could not get a
way for he is a good story. They
Q. I'm still supporting by mother
reservation. Delayed between trains
call him the “Pvt. of many faces,
he wired his wife: WILL BE HOME and a kid brother even though I am
none of them over Pfc.”
2nd & Van Buren, Corvallis
LATE STOP SAT UP ALL NIGHT in the Army. Now I'm wondering
I picked up this picture of the
whether I'll be able to claim “Lead
STP
JUST
GAVE
BERTH
TO
AN
old coot as he was pretty insulting
♦
of the family exemption” on my in­
in his way and I want to report OLD LADY.
come tax return. What about it?
him to somebody. Yrs. faithfully,
A. Yes. Your separation because
DIFFICULT
QUESTION:
Pvt. A. Theodore Zilch.
of military service has no effect
at
Mother:
“
Have
a
good
time
P. Sr—1 I just turned the picture I
on your personal exemption as head
over and it say “Makeup artist the party and be a good girl.”
of the family.
Daughter:
“
Gee!
Ma,
please
make
Steven Clensos in one of his many
disguises.” That answers my ques­ up your mind! Will ya?”
TO MY BI DDIES IN ( AMP
—From Fort Ord Panorama.
tion and I think somebody has I
We’ve trod this camp together
been pulling the woo) over my eves
X-CHANGE X-CERITS
My buddies friends and I
again.
FINAL ANSWER:
But there is a friend far better
“Hey. you guys! Where are you
;
Who is living up on high.
1922 S. E. Pine,
carrying that fellow? Is he
Portland, Oregon,
drunk?”
A friend who died to save us
February 23, 1943.
"No.”
And show us a way to escape
Dear sirs:
"Sick, maybe?”
The road that leads to destruction
1 wish to notify you of my
The way that leads us to fate.
“Nope."
cluing, of address, and name. I’ve
“Oh, just a gag, huh?”
been receiving your paper for some
I turn from this road of distrae-
“Nunh, huh."
time, and have gotten a lot of en­
“I know; he has dizzy spells.”
joyment out of it. Your camp pro­
“Nope.”
gram is also very good, and is
“Very tired, I guess.”
among our
try-
“No.”
far
to tune in
“Well, what the hell is the mat­
have only
Here is
ad- ter with him?”
“He's dead."
dress:
—From The Rangefinder,
* « * *
Florence Stewart,
California.
#8115 S. E. Raymond,
Portland, Oregon.
And Many Left
d like to have the paper
* * * «
W<> drove down 30.000 feet and
Mrs. Clayton D. Brown.
all my sins flashed before me. It
the whs so interesting I made the pilot
go back and do it eight more times.
work!
Reader’s Digest.
Sincerely yours,
Mr . Clayton Brown.
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