Is Threat to Occupation Tommy Guns and 45s Are Used To Subdue Thugs Saigon - Armed with tommy guns and 45s, 18 ATC officers and men this week refused an opportunity to be evacuated from the scene of a political uprising where Annamese natives have killed one American and wounded another. A Reuter story reports that losses by the French, British and Annamites in last week's battle amounted to 300 known dead and 234 wounded. French authorities are said to be attempting to contact enemy leaders in order to offer a compromise about the future of Indo-China. It is estimated that 20,000 Annamites, two-thirds of them armed, are massed in the north and central Saigon area. All Volunteers The natives, who an Associated Press dispatch said were thought to have been supplied by the Japanese, attacked a convoy about 15 miles outside of Saigon on Sept. 26, wounding Capt. Joseph Coolidge. In a serious condition, Capt. Coolidge and another OSS officer, Lt. Conrad Bekker, suffering with a ruptured appendix, were flown out by ICD Sunday. The day before Annamites killed Lt. Col. Peter Dewey, son of former U.S. Rep. Charles Dewey, of Illinois. Maj. Frank H. Rhoades, commander of the Saigon ICD detachment, reported that all officers and men are remaining at their own request. As a precautionary measure everyone has been ordered to remain inside the living quarters at the Continental Palace hotel at night. Trips to the field, three miles away, are being confined to daylight hours. All men are heavily armed and are traveling in pairs as sporadic fighting continues. Lt. Col. E. K. Hastings, division I&E officer, arrived here Friday and was followed Sunday by a C-54 support mission which brought in Lt. Col. M. W. Thiessen, chief of the surgical section of the 142nd General Hospital. Bullets Whistling The plane took off from here late Sunday with Capt. Coolidge and Lt. Bekker, brought to the airfield over a route lined with enemy snipers. Traveling in three vehicles, including one truck loaded with Ghurka guards, the convoy was forced to move at a snail's pace through the danger zone. At one point where the French had set up a roadblock on a bridge, the occupants of the cars reported they could hear the bullets whistling about their ears. "The condition of our wounded and sick men forced us to slow down to three miles per hour," Col. Hastings said. "We don't know whether the Annamites were firing at us or at the French, but those couldn't have been more than inches above our heads." Earlier in the week Maj. Rhoades had attempted to obtain the body of Col. Dewey, which the natives had taken away. The Annamites agreed to deliver the colonel to him, but negotiations were interrupted by Ghurka guards shooting at the natives and Maj. Rhoades was forced to return to the airbase empty-handed. Situation 'In Hand' In addition to taking the OSS officers out of Saigon, the C-54 support mission, flown by Lt. Davis D. Shifflet, carried in badly needed penicillin, 20,000 units of insulin supplied by the U.S. Army at the request of the French Red Cross, and ammunition and supplies for American troops here. At present, Col. Hastings said, the only flights going into this base are to be made twice a week from Bangkok to bring in supplies and gasoline. The situation, he reported, is "well in hand." |
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Chinese Look on the Jeep With Awe and Admiration Shanghai - Not that the little jeep was ever lonely for want of attention, but it is being loved, here in Shanghai, like it was never loved before. When the citizens of this liberated city saw the first jeep they went wild with delight, crowding around the four-wheeled wonder, gaping at it, reaching out to touch it, chortling when it growled, jumping when it moved. Young and Old Even now, when its novelty should have worn off long ago, the Chinese still crowd around one when it is parked, or stop to stare at it when it putts down the street. Children are the most visibly affected. They will stand for hours and jabber, point and giggle. But they are not alone. Even the oldsters of this curious Chinese race become "curiouser." While the daytime seems to belong to the kids, the evenings seem to be taken over by the families that traipse along the sidewalk. When they come upon a jeep, they stand and eye it from a distance for quite a while, probably talking back and forth as to whether it would be safe to venture any nearer. Finally one brave soul starts up to the car and the rest follow in a single-file procession of young and old. Finally a Honk They seem to have a ritual. Starting at the front, they inspect the headlights, the grill, the hood and the bumpers. Timidly one will reach down to touch the tire, then each one in turn will follow suit until they have all felt the rubber tread. Working back towards the rear, they stop to inspect the windshield (wonder of wonders) and self-consciously stick their heads underneath the dash board to look at the wires, gadgets and gear-shift levers. At the rear of the jeepcar they fondle the spare, tap the five gallon gas can and stand in amazement as they speculate about the tail-light and reflector. Finally they reach the driver's side and timidly reach out a hand to touch the steering wheel. Some youngster that has been around knows all about the horn. In a few minutes it blares a short burst. Then one by one they file past the side of the jeep and, as they do, each one, solemnly as if he were paying obeisance to a foreign wonder, blows the horn, just once. As the last one touches the button they turn and smile and are gone into the night. |
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ATC Unit Is Quartered in Raffles Hotel In Once-Famous Old Hostelry By T/Sgt. C. A. Zeillinger Singapore - The ATC detachment here is billeted in this city's most famous establishment - the Raffles Hotel where, reputedly, Malaya's high officialdom quaffed gin slings in desperate revelry while Japanese overran the island. For the most part, it is now full of former British internees. British officers live in one wing of the hotel and the Americans in another. Few of them remember the Raffles of prewar days. One Last Fling But in one of the hotel's finest rooms lives Reginald A. C. Wills, publisher of the Straights Times, Singapore's two-page, English daily. For years before the Jap invasion he lived at the Raffles and his name was still registered on Feb. 15, 1942, when the island garrison capitulated. He was interned that same day. "The Raffles considered it a duty to keep on entertaining anyone who found time to go there," he recalled. "There was a band and plenty of good liquor. Men who strayed from disorganized units went to the Singapore volunteer station which was on the waterfront just across the street from the hotel. While waiting for orders to join new units it was only natural that they should cross the street and spend their time waiting in the still-gay atmosphere of the Raffles. The British expected to be shot and as long as there was a chance for a last fling at life they would have it." Japs Moved In In the last hours of the ten-day siege, Wills and most of the other able-bodied residents of the hotel set up batteries along the beach upon which the hotel fronts. As the Japs approached the rear of the hotel, the batteries fought with their backs to the sea, pouring artillery fire over the hotel into the enemy lines. Walls, balustrades and patios are splintered where bullets, intended for occupants of the hotel, finally lodged. After a 36-hour struggle the small battery capitulated. The Japs moved into the Raffles. Under the shame of having to cater to unwanted guests, most of the employees quit. After years of ministering to a select clientele they couldn't stand being bossed around by the strutting Jap military. Municipal Gin The Raffles lost more than its staff during the occupation. All the food and liquor and kitchen facilities were disposed of by the Japs. Furniture, rugs and fixtures went to ruin. The Raffles, known throughout the world and mildly praised by Kipling, became a mere shell. Although the Japs have been gone for almost a month now, there is no hilarity. The former internees aren't inclined that way. Nor is there much for the others to do. The best drink is "municipal gin" and in Singapore, municipal gin and water are synonymous. So, while the British soldiers aren't much impressed and the internees are busy with their affairs, the GIs cuss the plumbing, the municipal gin and the fish they eat three times a day - thinking little of the once-great Raffles hotel. |
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50 POW Veterans Leaving Karachi Base Every Day 1306 BU, Karachi - Each day an average of 50 ex-prisoners of war leave this base for the States and their homes. Since they started arriving less than a month ago over 600 POWs have passed through here. |
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Military transport schedules over India for cargo, personnel and mail ... maximum tonnage of essential war materials over the Hump ... movement of troops and supplies in support of tactical operations in China ... evacuation of the sick and wounded - these are the missions of ICD-ATC. |