Cooper Review (Cooper, Tex.), Vol. 65, No. 41, Ed. 1 Friday, October 13, 1944 Page: 3 of 8
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FRIDAY, OCTORFR 13, 1944
THE COOPER REVIEW
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R. W., little 7-yearold son of
Mr. and Mrs. Troy McFadden
picked 110 lbs. of cotton Mon-
day in Mr. McFadden’s field on
Mr. J. H. Blackwell’s farm. This
record will be very hard to beat.
Clyde Pickens of the Navy Air
Corps and wife, of Dallas, visit-
ed their parents, Mr. Joe Pick-
ens, Mr. and Mrs. T. E. Kesler,
and other relatives in this com-
munity this week.
Misses Daphne and Dorothy
Kesler visited Misses Doris and
Christine Diggs Sunday.
Little Georgie Ann Mixon
spent Sunday evening with little
Betty June Wood.
Mr. and Mrs. George Little
visited their son, Mr. and Mrs.
Jim Little and daughter, Bar-
^■hra of Charleston Sunday.
Mrs. L. S. Noland visited Mrs.
Itay Wood Thursday evening.
Mr and Mrs. Jed Wheatley,
Mr. and Mrs. J. D. Bettis and
sons, Harold Jay and Jerry Lee,
Clyde Pickens and wife and Mrs.
G. E. Kesler were visiting Mr.
and Mrs. Ralph Harris Sunday.
Mrs. Hubert McFadden spent
Saturday with Mr. and Mrs. Troy
.. McFadden. .
Mr. and Mrs. Roy Emerson,
Mr. amd Mrs. Pete Woodard of
, Cooper, visited their parents, Mr.
Vnd Mrs. J. T. Clark, Sunday.
Mrs. J. W. Diggs returned
home Saturday night after visit-
ing her mother of Petty County.
Red Cross Girl Says
Men Overseas Are In
Need of More Mail
“More mail for GI Joe,” is the
plea of American Red Cross
v.orker Rosemary Ames, former
actress and screen star who has
returned from service in North
Africa and Italy.
“I wish that some slogan re-
minding people back home to
write more often could appear
on the front page of every news-
paper in America,” Miss Ames
declared. “Suggested slogans are:
‘He needs more mail than you
do’—‘Remember to write and
he’ll remember to fight’—‘Don’t
wait for answers to overseas
mail.'
“Much of our work,” Miss
Ames said, “involves trying to
learn why the serviceman’s girl,
his friends, yes, and even his im-
^nediate family, don’t write more
,^Kften. At mail the man who’s
TEft out is pretty downcast. But
watch the man receiving letters
—no better morale builder has
yet been invented.
“Let me urge his girl, his
friends and members of his fam-
ily to understand the irregulari-
ties of overseas mail delivery and
to combat it with lots of letters.”
Bricker to Speak
In Texas Cities
With Ernie Pyle at the Front
Wounded Soldier Disgusted
When Ordered to Hospital
‘Shoot Them,' Says Commander When
Ashed What to Do About Advancing Foes
By Ernie Pyle
, (Editor’s note: Ernie Vyle is now back at his home in Albuquerque Jor his
long promised rest cure. This column teat among the notes while he was still
at the front.) ^
ON THE WESTERN FRONT.—The soldier had a white
bandage around the calf of his left leg. He had loosely laced
his legging back over the bandage.
He said the wound “didn’t amount to a damn” and he
wished they hadn’t sent him back from the lines. He said he
had gone through Africa and Sicily without getting wounded,
and now he’d got nicked. He was disgusted.
Governor John -W. Bricker of
Ohio, candidate for Vice President ,
of the United States, will speak in
Dallas and Fort Worth on Wed-
nesday, Oct. 25.
War Casualties In
Northeast Texas
Samuel Dalton Wood, Phar-
macist Mate, second class, Naval
Reserve, is reported wounded by
the Navy. His parents are Mr.
and Mrs. Samuel Wood of
Cooper.
1st Lieut. Joel Abel, 23, of
Gladewater, died in England,
Sept. 22nd. He was a veteran of
25 missions.
1st Lieut. J. L. Birdsong of
Pittsburg, of the Air Force, was
killed in a plane crash in Con-
necticut. The body was buried at
Pittsburg, Texas, Oct. 9th.
Pfc. William Ralph Morga!n,
of Texarkana, died in France
September 23rd.
, Pvt. W. J. Billner of Sherman,.
a paratrooper, is missing in ac-l
tion in France. j
Capt. Geo. E. Williams, Jr., of
Annoria, captain of an infantry
company in France, died of
wounds received in France on
August 27th. !
Bobby J. Cozart of Annona,!
19, was seriously wounded in
France September 14, his parents
have been notified.
Sgt. Roy J. Herriage of Bon-
ham, gunner of a Flying Fort-
ress, is reported missing in Italy.
Corp. Willie Frank Windham
of Paris has been reported
wounded in Italy.
Ernie Pyle
Mr. and Mrs. Eugene (Tom-
mie) Trapp accompanied Dr. J.
R. McLemore to Waco Saturday,
and Mr. Trapp enrolled at Paris
Junior College Monday.
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You could sense that this guy was
fine soldier. He looked old, but
probably wasn't.
I took him to be
a farmer. He
talked like a hill-
billy. and beneath
his whiskers you
could tell he had
a big, droll face.
He had found
some long and
crooked, raggedy
French cigars,
and he kept light-
ing these funny-
looking things and putting them
about three inches into his mouth.
He wasn’t nervous in the least.
Capt. Lucien Strawn, the battalion
surgeon, started to put him in a
jeep to go back to the aid station,
but the soldier said:
“Now wait. I know where there’s
two more men wounded pretty bad.
One of them is a lieutenant who
just got back from the hospital this
morning from his other wound.”
The soldier said they were right
up where the bullets were flying,
but that if the aidmen would go he
could walk well enough to guide
them up there. So the doctor named
off half a dozen men to go with
him.
The doctor also told the unwound-
ed German to go along and help
carry. But one of the aidmen said:
"We better not have him with us.
Our own men are liable to start
shooting at us.”
“That’s right,” the doctor said,
“leave him here.” And he named
off one other American to go. After
they had left the doctor said, "That’s
the truth, and I never even thought
of it.”
• « *
The doctor and I sat a while on
the stairway inside the farmhouse,
for shells had started hitting just
outside again. But in a little bit the
doctor got up and said he was going
to see how the stretcher party was
getting along. I said I’d like to go
with him. He said o.k.
We struck out across a sloping
wheatfield. It was full of huge cra-
ters left by our bombings. There
was a lull in the shelling as we
crossed the field, but the trouble
with lulls is that you never know
when they will suddenly come to an
end.
As we picked our way among the
craters 1 thought I heard, very faint-
ly, somebody call “Help!” It’s odd
how things strike you In wartime.
I remember thinking to myself, “Oh,
pooh, that would be too dramatic-
just like a book. You’re just imagin-
ing it.”
But the doctor had stopped, and
he said: “Did you hear somebody
yelling?”
So we listened again, and this time
we could hear it plainly. It seemed
to come from a far corner of the
field, so we picked our way over in
that direction.
Finally we saw him, a soldier ly-
ing on his back near a hedgerow,
still yelling “Help!” as we ap-
proached. The aidmen who had
started ahead of us had got down in
a bomb crater when the shelling
started, so the doctor now waved
them to come on.
The wounded soldier was making
an awful fuss. He was twisting and
squirming, and moaning, “Oh, my
God I Oh, my God!” He had a band-
age on his right hand and there was
blood on his left leg.
The doctor took his scissors and
cut the legging oft, then cut the laces
on the shoe, and then peeled off a
bloody sock and cut the pants leg
up so he could see the wound. The
soldier kept his eyes shut and kept
squirming and moaning.
When the doctor would try to talk
to him he would just groan and
say, “Oh, my God!” Finally the
doctor got out of him that he had
had a small wound in his hand, and
his sergeant had bandaged it and
told him to start to the rear. Then,
coming across the field, a shell frag-
ment had got him in the leg.
The doctor looked him over thor-
oughly. There were two small holes
just above the ankle. The doctor
4>>—
said they hadn’t touched the bone.
I think the doctor was disgusted.
He said: “He’s making a hell of
a fuss over nothing.” Then to one
of the aidmen he said, "Better give
him a shot of morphine to quiet
him.”
Whereupon the soldier squirmed
and moaned, “Oh, no, no, no! Oh,
my God!” But the doctor said go
ahead, and the aidman cut his
sleeve up to the shoulder, stuck the
needle in and squeezed the vlaL
The aidman, trying to be sympa-
thetic. said to the soldier, “It's the
same old needle, ain't it?” But the
soldier just groaned again and aald,
“Oh, my God!”
Our hillbilly aoldler lit another
skinny cigar, as though he were at
a national convention Instead of a
battlefield. Then one set of the lit-
terbearers started back with our
new man, and the rest of us went on
with the soldier to hunt for other
wounded.
• • •
The commander of the particular
regiment of the Fourth Infantry divi-
sion that we have been with is one
of my favorites.
That’s partly because he flatters
me by calling me “General," partly
because just looking at him makes
me chuckle to myself, and partly
because I think he's a very fine
soldier.
Security forbids my giving his
name. He is a regular army colonel
and he was overseas in the last war.
His division commander says the
only trouble with him is that he’s
too bold, and if he isn’t careful he's
liable to get clipped one of these
days.
He is rather unusual looking.
There is something almost Mongo-
lian about his face. When cleaned
up he could be a Cossack. When
tired and dirty he could be a movie
gangster. But either way, his eyes
always twinkle.
He has a facility for direct thought
that is unusual. He Is impatient of
the thinking that gets off onto by-
ways.
He has a little habit of good-
naturedly reprimanding people by
cocking his head over to one side,
getting his face below yours and
saying something sharp, and then
looking up at you with a quizzical
smirk like a laughing cat.
One day I heard him ask a bat-
talion commander what his position
was. The battalion commander
started going into details of why his
troops hadn't got as far as he had
hoped. The colonel cocked his head
over, squinted up at the battalion
commander, and said:
“I didn’t ask you that. I asked
you where you were.”
The colonel goes constantly from
one battalion to another during bat-
tle, from early light till darkness.
He wears a new-type field jacket
that fits him like a sack, and he
carries a long stick that Teddy
Roosevelt gave him. He keeps con-
stantly prodding his commanders to
push hard, not to let up, to keep
driving and driving.
He is impatient with commanders
who lose the main point of the war
by getting involved in details—the
man point, of course, being to kilL
• • •
Another of my favorites is a ser-
geant who runs the colonel’s regi-
mental mess. He cooks some him-
self, but mostly he bosses the cook-
ing.
His name is Charles J. Murphy
and his home is at Trenton, N. J.
Murph is redheaded, but has had his
head nearly shaved like practically
all the Western Front soldiers—of-
ficers ns well as men. Murph is
funny, but he seldom smiles.
When I asked him what he did In
civilian life, he thought a moment
and then said: "Well, I was a shy-
ster. Guess you’d call me a kind
of promoter. I always had the kind
of job where you made $50 a week
salary and $1,500 on the side.”
How's that for an honest man?
Murph and I got to talking about
newspaper men one day. Murph said
his grandfather was a newspaper
man. He retired in old age and
lived in Murph’s house.
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Sergeant Murphy Talks About Newspapers
“My grandfather went nuts read-
ing newspapers,” Murph said. “It
was a phoblq with him. Every day
he’d buy $1.50 worth of 3-cent news-
papers and then read them all night.
“He wouldn’t read the ads. He
would just read the stories, looking
for something to criticize. He’d get
fuming mad.
"Lots of times when I was a kid
)d get me out of bed at two or
three in the morning and point to
some story in the paper and rave
about reporters who didn’t have
sense enough to put a period at the
end of a sentence.”
Murph and I agreed that it was
fortunate his grandfather passed on
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he would doubtless have run amuck
Murph never smoked cigarett
until he landed In France on D-d
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