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1 Sw nts wood ■ nd th irs wil ng, Fr Etnd Ja( ogram sed CC 3 Hill }ta Ki I Wak€ )f Phi membc losen, dars H iians w ghest I iris Pee 1 Rayn er stud cted lai learch ed 1 \ND’ A^ [E S As I Look Back How I hated to see the coast line of the United States fade into the horizon. Homesickness, ten sion, and unrest overtook me, but I was soon on my merry way. The International Date line—Equator tar and feathers, and those shaven heads. Those beautiful grey and gold sunsets, and those pale blue and purple sunrises. Fly ing fish and porpoise the whole day long. Up sprang the continent of Australia. That meant liberty. Brisbane—Sydney—Melbourne zoos — parks — botanical gardens — cathedrals. All good things must come to an end. That long unsure trip north—that great bar rier reel. New Guinea black natives — bananas oranges coconuts until I could eat no more. North again — north north — north — only three de grees now. Orders, that first in vasion — fright — and fright can not be defined — especially mine. Combat — Japs — hundreds of them, all good, because all dead. Back to peace again, forty degrees now. Life of Riley for three weeks, and north again. Crossed this time—invade!!! — nearer nearer—nearer. Please God!!! It is over now, and that smooth calm sea to peace again. Orders— plow on mighty ship to the next! ■Work—work—^work. Sweat until I could sweat no more — that long awaited shower. Inevitable home sickness again. Word of a ten-day leave — satisfaction — thankful ness — and peace of mind. That short trip south. Sydney — civili zation — the arrival — peace — people — clean double sheets — movies — chewing gum — auto mobiles — paved streets — smoke rising from chimneys—and that train whistle—and that long steel track. Those short ten days—alive again. To Hollandia — What is next? “DD’s” — “CL’s” — “CVE’s.” Oh! and I do mean “stomping gear.” Those slim Greyhounds pry ing into the unknown, and those fleet minesweepers busy with their brooms like grey clad women cleaning a huge gymnasium. Land off the starboard beam!! One of the Great Seven-thousand. It was Leyte. Air raids — air raids By Harrison Eskridge "TTTITTT«tTX^xXTXTT»»*XX3 MedUif By Katherine Phillips Life is a song . . . Glad refrain, youth’s rhapsody. Mellow air of memory. Ancient struggle seeking might. And man’s constant search for Light; It is love, and hate, and joy All emotions men employ; It is mind, and soul, and heart. Lure or beauty, knowledge, art. Life’s the patter of the ram. And the cries of men in pain; Life’s the touch of Friendship’s hand. When we cannot understand; It’s the good that evil mars. New horizons, falling stars. Laughter, worship, sorrow’s tears. Perfect love that casts out fears. Life, like music, is sublime. Such a melody and rhyme; Bars, as gay as gypsies, surge From hymns of grace to mournful dirge; Ecstacy of one brief hour, Fleeting, as the fading flower; Life’s the song of heav’nly spheres; Death—crescendo to our ears. Out of the clear blue sky — Orders!!! Hit the Philippines with all we have!!! That peaceful eleven-hundred ship convoy—pow er!! “stomping gear”!! “BB’'s” peace and quiet — air raids peace — air raids — twenty-five planes shot down — peace — air i-aids — twenty planes shot down. Peace and air raids for sixty days with hardly time between to sig nify or tell peace from an air raid. Will they ever quit!!! This is not exaggeration; this is war and hell. HELL—HELL HELL. Orders again. Proceed as directed. Please God make this the last!!. We landed but we paid with un redeemable life. IT IS OUT TO STAY, BUT WE ARE HERE TO STAY. Death — death — death— Need I say any more? Please get me out!!! Will we be next? Who knows? Plow on mighty ship that was not the last. Mindoro—Negros Samara — Mindanao — Polloc Harbor — Panay—and, yes, Zam- boango, “Where the Monkeys Have No Tails.” Cebu, the city, that gutted hotel. A four-year-old girl whom I fed—half starved to death—the rising scales—did she gain—did I lose. The look in her face was the only thanks I re ceived. It was enough, and all that I wanted. An old church built in 1775. The life size dolls represent ing Christ and other Biblical char acters—that huge glass chandelier —those mahogany seats—and the huge black type reading — “You will proceed to the United States of America for reassignment.” Typhoon — night — blackness one hundred and forty mile per hour gales—Please God, let me see daylight!!! Please—I have paid the price!!! That blue sky, you have seen it. The slow trip to Hawaii. Those unbearable seven days in the Hawaiian Islands. The coast line of the United States of Ameri ca. California — Nevada — Utah Wyoming — Iowa — Nebraska — Illinois — Ohio — Kentucky Tennessee — North Carolina Asheville — Rutherfordton— mama — MAMA — AND MY home town. HILLTOP—PAGE TEN HILL
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