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OCTOBER 14, 1943 (One Day Nearer Victory) THE WAYNESVILLE MOUNTAINEER WW M . enere, hrivate Hargrove! byiiarion nargrove CHAPTER X ...... AtiP Sunday evening .sV started a letter to his 'eI1 j f ,.,H after a couple of if"1 a , .u.,t tv,ow was nothine- ...,nh; LIlrtL L"' ' .....v..,,, "Hro Jim. . t.l UT l' CllTl!.. - J said. " '"- M.U. IUVIC1 Give them the old he said. Junior was in a aeviusn j w at down and wrote a long urrtir i ll Lilt unci a ui i...,hin UI110 (.Clung "rem K.tio Maurice was xaiuug uc- ,3d hangup - Tin, t""1 " ... his true careei, .l.j Uv Hviner. the PtterS! rr. IK You see who's you should uhi ip to sena tne cooKies. another residential section a half a part of the routine. The sufferers mile away. We managed to get to- are men rather than boys. gether three or four times a wefk for a movie, a trip to Fayetteville, or a pleasant evening of bull-shooting at the Service Club. But even this was to pass. Sher's own thirteen weeks were drawing to a close and he was slat But in the first training cycle, this rookie stage, you haven't been hardened. You and the new sol diers about you are sensitive, deli cate boys, newly yanked from home or school, accustomed to an easy going and usually painless life. You ed to be assigned to a permanent ! share each other's illness, fatigue, Station as a cook. With sinking I desnair When Hannv Monu o-rows w. I ( I J ... . . . D " homesick for Buffalo and McGlauf- hearts, we watched group after group leave for camps in Louisiana, Georgia, Missouri, New York and Michigan. And then pleasant news came over the grapevine telegraph. Pri vate Maurice Sher, by reason of skill, application, and neatness, had been assigned as a cook for the Center Headquarters officers' mess. It's only latrine gossip, but if it comes through it means that Pri vate Sher will be transferred to Headquarters Battery and the team ot Hargrove and Sher will ride again. ... h-,t hum MaurV. -ret! u.-w . , l o-ffoi" T Vl Q H several uay latex i i i ;.i ili fnr a t.vnewnter tapped " ,7 V ------ had nmvea M) nenuquaiwis jittery i uuiir """"'j wv if I hail any mail rrom my non- mr r K it'1 "" ' Liitoft! hut thoro wna uni nil Mini rkaL'e which looked aDout the over three months 0f a steamer trunk. I here null reiiiment for three days. The cart! inside reaa: -uear nar- ii' kinl. itaii titna nlinnf cookies is superb. Give Maury or two; he's a good boy when wants to be. Why don't you i .i . ui i i i t scemeti mat tnis Deauniui endship with all its fragrant . i i i nones, us nappy nours anu nen. 1 : r. . 1 i.i using, its Deautuui cigaren.es, wkies, and bamaritan relatives destined to end with the clos of the hasic training cycle here, had already left Battery A for NOTICE OF SUMMONS In The Superior Court forth Carolina, ywood County. miinn Krvsnn VS Kiltie Bryson The defendent in the above en- ed action will take notice that action as above has been com- aenced in the Superior Court of Samoa Counry, North Carolina, the ournose of securine an ab- mnte divorce from the defendent pen statutory grounds. And said defendent will further notice that he is required to ispear Delore the (Jlerlc 01 tne oart ot said ( ountv at thf Court se in wavnesville. Nortn l;aro- on the 15th day of November, and answer or demur to the plaint, filed in said cause or plaintiff will apply to the Court the relief demanded in said plaint. C. H. LEATHERWOOD, The old gang, which has livul and d together for and has grown into a close and sympathetic broth erhood, is dissolving now. The training cycle is being finished and already th. old ties are loosing. The student cooks whom I grew to know and feel a fondness for (luring those months are not so for tunate as some of the other sol diers. The Charlotte boys who wire inducted with me and who went through their antitank training to gether will go together to Fort Knox and will continue to be with each other for at least a while long er. On the other hand, these stu dent cooks of Battery A will not go out together. No Fort is going to be sent a whole battery of cooks. One cook will be need here, another there, and the old third platoon will be scattered from hell to breakfast. An old thirty-year man, with five or six hash marks on his sleeve, will tell you that no matter how long you stay in the Army, you'll never find a battery that quite stacks up to the first battery in which you served, no group of bud dies quite like the old gang you knew first. There's a reason for it. In your first organization, you learn for the first time all the regulations and the customs and the traditions of the Army. When you first face them, they're tough or they're un interesting, and when you finally get to understand and agree with lin starts a wistful reminiscing about the lakes and forests of Min nesota, you are homesick for them rather than for yourself. You are companions tested in misery. Friday night was probably the last evening the boys of my old crowd would be together. At least, it was the last evening they were sure of being together. The fol lowing day thy were to go home for a week's furlough. On their return, next Monday, they will be assigned to their permanent sta tions to enter the field as soldiers. So they arranged to hold a party Friday night on the river beyond . Fayetteville. When we rode to the river in our chartered bus, we rang the welkin with the old songs- -the faintly fra grant songs you pick up through the years and the "Caisson Song" 'and "Old King Cole" that you learn in the Army. They were boister ous, those songs, but a meloncholy strain ran under all of them. At the party we ate barbecue and we drank beer and we recalled the best anecdotes of the training cy cle. We sang and we shouted. Two or three of the boys dipped a little too deep into the keg and became slightly sentimental. And although the food and the beer were the best, the songs were the songs we loved and the ancedotes were the cream of the season, it was empty joy. It had a dull undercurrent of sorrow. It was the sort of feeling that you know in the last hour before the New Year's bells, the feeling that reaches its fullest when "Auld Lang Syne" is heard. Since we left our homes last July we've learned a lot. Drills and rifles, pup tents and gas masks, all of that. This, though the scattering of our first fraternity is another thing we have learned, now and for the first time. It is our first lesson in a new kind of homesickness, bred only in the Army. "Private Hargrove," I said to my self, "you have been doinc ouite pillow and again he lay down. "Why," he asked, "must you be have like a two-year-old infant? Can't you act like a normal adult?" "Sure Ican," Pravate Sager re plied. "Kindly step outside with me and put up your fists." Private Hart gave vent to a quiet and gentlemanly oath. "Please do me the honor to shut your mouth," he requests. "I should like to read without the clamor of your big yap roaring in my ears." This is but the opening gun. Al most daily it marks the beginning of a half-hour session of blusters. threats, extravagantly insulting re marks, and repeated invitations from each side for the other to step outside and settle it. Nothing I ever comes of ft and soon the con ; tending parties tire of the play, i Silence reigns again, but its , throne is shaky. Private Hart tires of his book and turns to Private Sager. "Were you at the dance last night when the redhead got started telling what she thought of Jim Carney's dancing?" Private Carney picks up the bait. "Anything Hart says about me or about what anybody else says about me is entirely fictitious, and any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental and not intend ed." Private Sager sits up suddenly in bed. "Don't talk like that about Hart," he says in a quiet, serious, and menacing voice, "Anything you say about Hart is a personal insult to me. If you're inclined to insult me, kindly take off your stripe and step outside with me." "Don't you go talking like that to the ranking first-class private of this section," rasps Private Hart. "I don't like your manner at all. Kind ly step outside with me while I beat your brains out." If you want peace and quiet on these stay-at-home nights, the best solution is to go to the second bar- i racks down the line. There's no body down there except fifty-eight members of the band, who are al ways rehearsing at this time of night. Slang runs wild in the Army. It's I like a disease or the liquor habit. Among the boys who sit around on the back steps after Lights Out an() bat the breeze far into the night, no simple and understandable Eng lish word is used where a weird and outlandish concoction can be sub stituted. Water is GI lemonade. Salt is sand or Lot's wife; pepper is specks; sugar is sweetening com pound. Milk is cat beer; butter, dogfat. Ketchup is blood. In the untiring imagination of the soldier, green peas become China berries; hominy grits are glamorized into Georgia ice cream; rice is swamp seed. Potatoes become Irish grap es; prunes change to strawberries; hot cakes 'become blankets. Bread is punk and creamed beef on toast is punk salve. Meat loaf and hash are kennel rations. It is strictly against the code of the Army to say a complimentary word about the food or the cook, no matter how good the food is or how hard the cook labors to make it so. Oscar of the Waldorf in the Army, would still be either a slum-turner or a belly-robber. Back at the News, the boys in the composing room and the mailing department used to send greenhorns searching all over the building for erasing ink, striped or dotted ink, paper stretchers, and other non ex istent items. Here, a new and gul lible man is sent for the cannon report, or for the biscuit gun, the flagpole key, or the rubber flag which is used on rainy days. Here are some of the most popu lar figures of speech: Army Bible the Articles of War; regulations. Barrage a party, especially where the Demon Rum rears its ugly head. Blanket drill sleep. Butchershop a dispensary or hospital. By the numbers like clockwork; with precision and efficiency. Chili bowl regulation haircut. Chest hardware medals. Didie pins the gold mars of a second lieutenant. Dog robber an orderly. The eagle money. On payday, the eagle flies. Front and center come forward. Flying time sleep. Gashouse a beer joint. Glue honey. Goof off to make a mistake. Handshaking playing up to superiors. Higher brass the higher ranks of officers. Hollywood corporal an acting corporal. Holy Joe the chaplain. Honey wagon truck. Housewife a soldier's sewing kit. Jubilee reveille, which is too often pronounced "revelee." Mother Machree a sob-story alibi. Pocket lettuce paper money. Pontoon checks canteen checks, good for credit at the post ex change. Ride the sickbook to goldbriek thp pasv wav bv Dretendinff to ha the garbage j Shoulder hardware the shoulder insignia of a commissioned officer. (To be continued) PiBsl-Cola Comnanv. Lont Island Cltv. N. Y. Pepsi-Cola Bottling Company of Asheville Rectal Soreness Gt Relief New Easy Way Stt In Comfort Prolarmon Rectal li a quick, dpndabl nlltvr of itehlns. painful rtctal aorancM lymptonu which may alto accompany pll and hemorrhoid. Bringa coo thing aanit of comfort upon contact, forma pro tecting film over core area, helps destroy tnftctit" irernu, aid Nature heal up raw, roken t.M u. No oil - no creaaa to ataln etething. Sold on money back guarantee, et this modern relief today , . . ask for PROLARMON RECTAL SMITH'S DRUG STORE AUCTION Tazewell Grade Calf Sale October 16--2 pm Stockyards, Tazewell, Va. 250 to 300 Calves graded according to U. S. Stand ards by representatives of the Virginia Division of Markets; sold in uniform lots according to sex, weight, and quality. Day and night, the telephone is in the thick of war. Long Distance links a nation together and speeds ts work. So that necessary calls can get the right of way, the operator will tell you if the circuit you want is busy. You can help by canceling your call if it isn't really vital. On calls you must make, we'll appreciate your cooperation when the operator says "Please limit Jour call to 5 minutes. Others art -waiting." Squtherii Bell Telephone am Telegraph Compflna INCORPORATED them, they re identified in your ; too much gallivanting lately. There memory with the battery where you I have been too many movies, too learned thsm. j many bull sessions, too many hours With the men who serve with you spent at the Service Club and too there, you prow closer through much time spent flirting with that hardship and privation than you; cute little waitress at the delica can possibly grow to any other tessen in Fayetteville. Tonight, Pri group. After you get out into a vate Hargrove, you will take this line organization a real tactical interesting and imDrovincr book rk Court of Haywood County I unit, such as these boys are enter-1 read it until I.ie-hts Out and rn tn s26 SeDt. Oct. 7.14. 'ms anv hardshin or misery is iust ' hH There was a little back talk, a little argument, a little entreaty. However, the forces of Truth and Progress prevailed. Immediately after supper I adjourned to the squadroom, arranged myself com fortably on my bunk and dug into the interesting book. Peace and quiet held sway about me. As luck would have it, this same sudden decision toward a Quiet eve- jning at Home struck sevtral fellow i menders of the squadroom at the same time. Six or seven near-by ! bunks sported occupants who usu ally disdained the comforts of home until at Uast nine o'clock. Books jwere brought out from the foot lockers, pens and papers made their appearance, and one ambitious and i energetic flower of the nation even got out his shoe polish and went to : work. ! Private Wesley Sager, late of Amsterdam, New York, grew weary of the quiet. Yawning widely, he rolled over in bed and with a sudden swoop yanked the pillow from be neath the head of Private Melvin Hart. "Yippee," screamed Private Sager, tossing the pillow across the squadroom to a willing accomplice. "Yippee," screamed the willing ac complice, tossing the pillow back to Private Sager. Private Hart rose and retrieved his pillow with dignity and formali ty.. He placed it on his bunk, smoothed it and laid his head upon it. Three privates sighed in resig nation. The incorrigibles were at it again. Private Sager lay quiet for a while. Then he broke into a loud, regular, but unconvincing snore. The three sighing privates did not return to their occupations, but lay in philosophic expectation. Once the boys in that corner got started, nothing but physical exhaustion could stop them. Private Sager turned as if toss ing in his sleep. Private Hart not ed the move and held his book ready to strike if a hand came toward his pillow. Private Sager turned again, facing away from Private Hart, and Private Hart relaxed his vigil. When he did, the hand shot out once more and the pillow sailed across the room and into waiting arms. Again Private Hart retrived the Your Soldier Son Gets All These Things From Your Electric Bill! Hor "B.oori to Mw Nation," it- .funding ntwi program of wk, evry Tueieay vl(ij, f :I0. 1.W.T., Columbia IroodcoiHdf tyittm. Sk" t HbII m 1 'Izsa CAP . ... Cotton) S .J SHORTS .. ." . UNDEBSHIRT " TO " M SOCKS ....(Wool) M BELT . 33 uaawas to HELMET M CANTEEN M KNIFE M roar & SPOON J SATH TOWEL .43 DKERCKOr . .M 31 fiAvma BRUSH . fCOMl M FIRST AID KIT ;I7 SS.79 (rivm turalohod by Quortoraailw CoaoroJ) IF YOU buy electricity from a self-supporting, business-managed electric company, 24c out of every dollar you pay is promptly uassed along as taxes. (1942 figures.) On an annual house hold electric bill of $37.50, the total tax is about $9.04. $3.25 of this goes to local gov ernments for schools, roads, po lice, etc. and $5.79 goes to the federal government. At Army prices, the $5.79 paid by one family will equip one soldier with all the things shown here. The total federal tax of this In dustry is $402,000,000 enough to buy the same equipment for all the Army, with millions left over for guns, tanks, planes. When you remember that the service supplied by electric com panies under business manage ment is the only electric service federally taxed, it emphasizes even more the outstanding job these companies have done in stepping electric production up, UP, UP to meet every war de mand while keeping price? down! 24 is the national average. 30c out of every dollar received by tbe Carolina Power A Light Company, or 25 more than the national average, w et aside for taxes. Carolina POWER & LIGHT Company Electricity Is War Material . . . Plenty To Use . . . None To Wastel
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