October 12, 1942
THE MILL WHISTLE
Page Five
ON THE JOB
FOR UNCLE SAM
A Corner For Our Boys iti the
Armed Forces-.
Yes, We Have
No Bananas!
Uncle Sam’s boys certainly won’t
lack for fruit, judging from the above
photo of Corporal Garland Cook
“somewhere on an island”. Over here,
bananas are almost totally unknown.
In a letter to The Mill Whistle, Cor
poral Cook enclosed several copies of
“Daily Force”, a newspaper published
by the soldiers. It was started on the
ship going over amd continues daily—
the' only paper published in English
on the island.
Dear Sir:
I received The Mill Whistle. I enjoy
it a lot, as I can hear how my friends
there at home are getting on, also the
other boys in the service. I wish every
one back there a lot of luck and pros
perity, also the boys of the service.
My mail has been going to Ft. Eustis,
and it is late getting here, so please
send it here. Thanks a lot. Just one of
the boys.
SGT. JESSE N. WHITLOW.
Btry. H, 245th C.A.
Ft. Hancock, N. J.
Dear Sir:
Just to inform you that I am safe
and well. I received my . second copy
of your very fine, publication the other
day and you can bet that it was really
enjoyed. Sorry I cannot disclose our
location at this time, as cfttisorship for
bids it, but we are satisfied with it.
All mail for me should be addressed
as follows and nothing more:
Lt. James A. Martin, ASN 0-403099,
Hq. Co., 3rd Bn., 118th Infantry,
APO 612, Care Postmaster,
New York, N. Y.
Yours truly,
JAS. A. MARTIN.
Mr. J. U. Newman, Jr.,
We are having Indian'summer weath
er today and it is very warm. I have
read many articles from different boys
in the service that were put in The
Mill Whistle. I enjoy reading the paper
very much. I don’t have much to write
about in this letter. I did get a sur
prise last Monday morning. While
helping td service a fortress, I was in
vited with three other men in our crew
to go for a ride. I needed no more
urging, so I hopped in. The plane took
off so easily that I could hardly feel
that we were in the air. The plane
rose to about 2,500 feet just under the
clouds. Ever so often we ran into an
air pocket and the plane seemed to
drop a few feet, but soon recovered its
height. ' I was taken into the radio
room by a second lieutenant and given
a set of head phones. I could hear the
pilot talk to the man in the control
tower. The room in the plane was
very warm, being heated by the plane’s
motors. I could lo-ok out and see the
city of Syracuse, the lakes and sur
rounding countryside. Now and then
we were above some clouds and then
we ran into rain and sleet. We were
up over two hours just flying around
to get in flying time. When the plane
landed I could hardly tell that we were
back on solid ground. I enjoyed every
minute of my ride.
Yesterday and today we gave the
plane its second inspection. We went
over the ship and gave it a thorough
checkup. That is rather hard work,
but I am beginning to like it.
We are supposed to get paid today,
so I better finish this letter and find
out what time we will get paid.
Keep sending me The Whistle so I
will know what is being done there.
PVT. HOWARD P. MILLS.
5th Service Sqdn, Army Air Base,
Syracuse, N. Y.
Dear Mr. Newman:
I have received all the papers you
have sent to me, and I have enjoyed
reading every one of them. I want to
thank Marshall Field & Co. for mak
ing this paper possible for all us boys
in the service, and I hope to receive
every issue. The Mill Whistle has just
the news that all the boys like to read;
things about our friends back home. I
am locking for the next issue. So long
for this time. Yours truly,
CPL. GARLAND R. SAMUELS. ■
385th, School Squadron,
Eglin Field, Fla.
LOOK
OUT,
JAPS!
Despite the smile.
Pvt. George Mundy
appears ready and
fit for duty. Where
the picture was
taken is not known,
but wherever it was
it is a good sam
ple of the millions
of boys who are
ready and able to
defend their native
land against any
body, anywhere.
DeaF Mr. Newman:
I have just received one of The Mill
Whistles and I enjoyed it so well until
I just had to congratulate you, because
it really does make me feel good to
receive mail from home, and this is
much better than a letter because I
can also see how the whole Tri-City
is doing. I truly believe the other boys
that receive it, enjoys it just.as I do.
Thanks. Sincerely yours,
ROBERT J. SMALLS.
Q.M. Det. Col.
Camp Shelby, Miss.
Dear Mr. Newman:
I wanted to do the correct thing and
head this “Dear Editor,” but knowing
that you are responsible personally for
my receiving that swell little rag of
which you are the editor, and my re
garding you as a close and dear friend,
I compromised between “Dear Dummy”
and the correct salutation.
“The Mill Whistle” is a very infor
mative and interesting little publica
tion for the natives of our Tri-Cities
and those responsible for it should be
hgihly commended for their essential
war work. Should many of the boys
fail to get their copies, their morale
would be definitely lowered to some
degree.
The Mill Whistle is a medium for the
lads in the service to keep up with
their old friends in and out of the ser
vice. Those little things mean a lot
to the boys thousands of miles from
home; little things such as who is now
a weaver, so and so enlisted in the
navy, what’s-his-name -just got mar
ried, et cetera, et cetera. Believe me.
I’m a long ways from Draper and soon
will be ybt farther away. I’m one of
those in the position to know.
I’ve received letters froin many of
the boys who didn’t know where I was,
because one of my letters was pub-
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