Camp Adair Sentry
Friday, March 17. 1944.
Page Five
TRAILBLAZER’S YAKIMA TREK
Y akima ’Okay'With
Trailblazer Divarty
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Treks into Yakima—4 Mites, 50 Minutes—'Or Else’
By Pvt. Koby Wentz
Sage-brush, smooth brown hills, wind and sky—that’s
Yakima, where the Trailblazer artillery plays its war-games.
It’s as different from “Swamp” Adair as could be
imagined; here are fir-clothed hills,♦------------------------------------------------
mud and occasional gray skies; I ’the chapel, although the pictures
there the soil is powder-dry and seemed a little old—"Wake Island”
the skies are a cold, brilliant blue. was one of the current attractions
They told this reporter that the last week.
weather has been almost uniform
Y’ou can go to town most nights,
ly rainless during their five-week and there's bus service from camp.
stay. Likewise, it is colder than
Yakima rates pretty high with the
the proverbial mother-in-law's ca boys. It’s about the size of Salem,
ress, with the knife-edge native to but more interesting from a lot of
high, dry, desert air.
angles—cr curves—to hear them
Living conditions aren't bad at tell about it. The main drags are
all; to infantry GIs, accustomed to brilliantly neon-lit. and the restau
shelter-halves and foxholes the rants are good and numerous. |
minute they set foot outside Adair, There’s a big USO with all the I
they would seem sinfully luxur usual fixings and services.
ious. When you roll into camp, a
few miles outside town, you’re
Chimney Sweep
shown to a board-floored pyramidal
tent, shared by five other soldiers.
In the center squats a pot-bellied
cast-iron stove in which red em
bers glow 24 hours a day. When
you get up in the freezing dawn, a
shovelful of coal on them has the
tent warm in a few minutes, al
though
coal’-smoke
occasionally
fills the interior.
Trailblazer
BTRY A. 725th FA, mastering the final eient in the physical fitness tests — the fuur-mile
hike, done in 50 minutes or else. In the desert near Yakima.
Phone Crew at Work—and Yet the Boys Are Cold
You spread your bedroll on a
canvas cot, turn out the electric
light, and drop off into a sound
sleep.
Chow is via the mess-kit route,
but there are indoor messhalls to
eat it in. They call the mail while
you’re eating chow, and you shovel
THIS TELEPHONE
of Trailblazer artillerists at Yakima were almost to busy to
and definitely too busy to give their names to the photographer. They’re reporting registering
grub with one hand and reach for
fire.
Yep,
it
’
s
as
cold
as
they
look.
your sugar’s, letter S'M* the other.
The water in the GI Cans where
you slosh the eating-tools is really
With Tongue Hanging Out
Trailblazer Photo \GI Still Operating
boiling-hot, too.
ON-THE-SPOT repairs at Ya At Same Old Stand
There’s a PX in camp, very much kima—Trailblazer GI does rough-
like the orthodox Camp Adair vari and-ready job of chimney-sweep
Back
Port Moresby (CNS)
ety. You can get beer and the usual ing by dropping cobbles down the
stove-pipe into stove in pyramid home in the town of* New York
noncomitants. There are movies in al tent.
Sgt. Richard Tarsias ran a beauty
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j shop. Here in New Guinea he is
I doing the same sort of work.
Incapacitated for further com-
bat action during the Buna
paign. Sgt. Tarsias opened
j Moresby’s first beauty salon at the
request of Special Services, llis
That gray-headed photographer’s | swung his arm down and Pfc.
customers are American nurses
wheeze about the face fit to break Charles Fuquay yanked the lan
and Red Cross girls.
a camera never really came true, yard.
I
but Capt. George H. Godfrey.
There was an ear-shattering I Captain, With 11 Rocks
TrailblaZer public relations offi
r.mr, and Capt. Godfrey pressed ¿OptU^S 1 1 Germans
cer, has a better one.
the shutter-l«ver. Nothing hap-
’
Last week at the Yakima artil I pened. He swung back the focus-
Italy '(CNS)—Capt. Anderson
lery firing center, the captain ing hood and looked
Trailblazer Pnoto
inside his
Smith peeked into a cave and
OF COURSE. that four-mtle hike in 50 minutes, coming at
walked up to No. 2 gun of Battery Í camera.
the end of all the other physical fitness tests, is tough but not as
yelled: “Is anybody there?" “Yah,”
C. 725tb FA, and got set to take a
tough as the Trailblazer with the tongue would have yoa think.
The ground - glass focussing two Germans replied, walking out.
picture of the big weapon firing.
Btry. A. 725th FA. at Yakima.
He planted himself and an ex screen lay on the reflecting mirror, Capt. Smith, unarmed, picked up
his first flight, thought he saw a
IN WHAT TOSAN?
pensive Graflex about 20 feet to one smashed into a score of pieces, two rocks. Out came a third Ger
town name painted on a big barn
side and well to the front of the 155 mute testimony to the power of a man and the captain picked up an
Randolph Field, Tex. — Some
awl swooped down to investigyita.
other rock. He had 11 rocks in his
mm. howitxer's muiale, and waited. 155.
The moral ? That a camera is no hands when he marched his cap where above the plains of the great “Go to church Sunday,” the hug«
Came the command “Fire!” over
Southwest, a young pilot, lost on letters read.
tives back to camp.
match
fur the field artillery.
the field phone; Sgt. H. C. Johnson
I Expensive Camera lakes Very Short End
i In Bout With 155 mm. Howitzer Concussion
BEGINNING Of THE BURPEES
THE REAL WORK BEGINS
Traitblar« Phot«
THESE TRAILBLAZERS* of Btry A. 725th FA. are much more sprightl)
at these bargee«, than the« "ere a little later on in the physical fitne«- testa conducted
last week at Yakins.
DEFLECTION ZEE-RO, TWO, ZEE-RO'.
Tra Ubiate» Photo
MI>EFLE< TION ZEE-RO . . . TWO . . . ZEE ROT Two men of IM nm.
hb itMr »ection. Btry. < ,
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the nifliU on the \rltllrr> firing rinp,