GP posted: " I'VE GOT URGES FOR SERGES I've gotta passion for fashion, I've gotta run on fun, 'Cause I'm Ten million new civilian Ex-G.I.'s in one. I've got urges for serges, I've gotta need for tweed; I'll put the smile in a world of stylin' No War D" Pacific Paratrooper
I've gotta passion for fashion, I've gotta run on fun, 'Cause I'm Ten million new civilian Ex-G.I.'s in one. I've got urges for serges, I've gotta need for tweed; I'll put the smile in a world of stylin' No War Department decreed. I'll be the zoot-suit-suitor, I'll be the rainbow beau, I'll be the luminous, Most voluminous, Viva-Truman-ous- Leader of the Freedom Show. Long I've thirsted for worsted; Ain't I the plaid-glad lad? Open the haberdash! Here comes a color-flash! Here comes the post-war fad! – Cpl. R. CHARLES
India
Getting into the scrb brush business
They're telling the story around New Delhi about a certain G.I. building supervisor who recently had a bit of trouble with his 19 Indian employees. Seems that one evening towards closing time, the G.I. bossman discovered that someone had made off with 12 of his good scrub brushes. He promptly called his staff together. "None of you guys leaves here 'til you bring back those brushes," he ordered. The Indians thought it over for a moment, then scattered. A few minutes later, they reported back, each carrying a brush. Only 12 brushes lost. Nineteen returned. That's good business.
______ September 1945, C.B.I. Roundup newspaper
U.S. Navy, off Attu Island
David Lake was in charge of Mount Two of the 5-inch guns on USS Pennsylvania. The ship was among those sent to the waters off Alaska to aid in re-capturing islands there that had been occupied by Japanese troops.
"It was pretty darn cold up there, too. I stood my watches on Mount Two all the time … And we bombarded Attu and it got cold up there, I kid you not. The ice inside them guns mounts, you'd fire them and that ice would fly everywhere. "
The one who served in Africa
Gen. Patton
"I was a private, a tank driver. Anyways, I was sitting by the side of my tank, reading a newspaper and just relaxing. All of a sudden I felt a horrible itch when I breathed out…and the normal human reaction? I picked my nose. Half-way through the nose picking, a shadow fell over me. I looked up with my finger stuck full up my nose. General Patton…standing over me…with a bunch of Army planners and such. I slowly started to take my finger out of my nose. "Soldier, did I give you an order to take your finger from your nose?" He asked. I, of course, gave him a full blown no sir, which sounded very high pitch. "Carry on soldier, and hunt that booger down." He then walked off, with the group of Army people staring at me.
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