For Hump-Hoppers Out here flying "The Hump" has usually been considered a rather tricky operation requiring skill, daring and a thorough knowledge of the technique of flying an airplane. The National Aeronautics Council, however, appears to have other ideas. In a letter to Lt. Richard J. Taylor the Council told him to get on the ball and said: "This is your last chance before your name is dropped from our preferred list." The organization then came through with some "easy lessons" on how to execute Junior Chandelles, Lazy Eights, and night landings. Taylor replied: "The recipient of your letter is offering sum total Rs. 2 for personal instruction in 'How To Fly The Hump.' However, the receiver of this famous offer has flown the storm-ridden Himalayas for a considerable time. We are all anxious to learn of your thrilling and new advance instructions, including night landings. Please send all instructions, including night landings, to the boys of 'Hump-Happy Tavern.'" |
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An Air Base | 1,175/1 |
Pfc. Barker | 10/- |
Pvt. Cohen | 10/- |
Pvt. Fillinger | 10/- |
A Bomb Group | 135/8 |
Lt. John Doe | 10/- |
SOS | 40/- |
Miss Martin, Red Cross | 15/- |
A Photo Squadron | 150/- |
A Fighter Group | 526/- |
Miscellaneous | 14/- |
An SOS Advance Base | 148/11 |
Total Received | 4,736/11 |
Received from | Amount Rs. |
C.B.I. Roundup | 100/- |
Hq. Rear Echelon | 326/- |
Miss Nickerson, Red Cross | 20/- |
Officers 10th AF Headquarters | 748/- |
War Correspondents | 230/- |
AG Pers. & Misc. Section SOS | 70/- |
Hq. Squadron 10th AF | 220/- |
Enlisted Men SOS | 32/- |
Officers SOS | 170/- |
Air Corps & Allied Units | 212/8 |
IATF Headquarters | 69/- |
A Ferry Squadron, AC | 294/5 |
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CHRISTMAS GREETINGS In a world that was war-torn and sick But the presents we put down those chimneys Didn't come from the nag of St. Nick Our "Sleigh" was a flying bomber, Our target was, well, so and so. And the "Gifts" that we left behind us Left "Death" and "Destruction" below. Our "Sleigh" was well loaded with presents H.E., Thermite, and Shraps. And the people we played Santa Claus to. You guessed it my friend, they were Japs. - M/Sgt. Ward B. Nightwine Or the coals of flameless camp fires. The sun sinks down to touch the ground And pencils hordes of scarlet spires Like frothing waves from deep blue seas That devour a coral reef Cumulus climb the western slopes To nip the jungle's top-most leaf Like wild snakes dance the parrot flocks Fly down from the mountains to bed. And lines of natives shume by With tea baskets upon each head. From the purpling Eastern sky A low familiar drone appear. The boundary lights spring into life To welcome home her tin-cow dears. Like cowboys put their herds to bed In the days of the old wild west The fighters herd the tin cows home, And twilight fades to long night's rest. - Lt. I. W. Boswell Can shelter him from ill Encircle with thy grace divine And guide him by thy will. Send sweetest dreams and quiet rest To calm his troubled mind That he may lean upon Thy breast And peace and comfort find. Send him Thy strength to evil flight, Subdue in him all swong; That in the battle for the right, His be the victor's song! Temptations crowd his path by day; I would it were not so - That in the straight and narrow way, He might forever go. My love is powerless and weak; I pray Thy voice divine Will to his heart a message speak Of Stronger love than mine! Protect him! Guard him! every hour; I leave him in Thy care; Thine is the will and Thine the power; Mine - This humble prayer! - Author Unknown |
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