America at war! (1941–) – Part 4

Perkins: Latest U.S. wages ruling adds confusion to setup

Government control of pay also tangled by shift of top men in agencies
By Fred W. Perkins, Pittsburgh Press staff writer

Editorial: This is it

Editorial: Prima donnas

Editorial: The nurses respond

Edson: Kaiser key figure in West’s bid for steel industry

By Peter Edson

Ferguson: Great American

By Mrs. Walter Ferguson

Background of news –
Businessman, new style

By Bertram Benedict

Senate passes bill on manpower aimed at labor hoarding

Measure, vastly different from one approved by House, will be sent to conference

Royalty opposed –
Operators cite benefits now paid miners

Welfare taxes total about 10 cents a ton

Britain arranges V-Day fetes

Army to drop controversial oil project

Will halt production in Canada June 30

OCD will close up shop, sell surplus items

Gas masks, tin hats can be bought cheap
By Douglas Smith, Scripps-Howard staff writer


House passes legislation to increase debt limit

Swiss get assurance on mistake bombings

Ernie Pyle V Norman

Roving Reporter

By Ernie Pyle

IN THE MARIANAS ISLANDS (delayed) – “Sack Time” is one of the most-used expressions in the B-29 outfits. It means simply lying on your cot doing nothing.

Combat fliers everywhere have lots of spare time because they are under a terrific nervous strain when they work, and they need much recuperative rest.

But out here there is a double, even a triple incentive for spending practically all your time, both waking and sleeping, in “the sack.” These reasons are:

  • A 14-hour mission is an exhausting thing. The boys say the reaction is a delayed one, and they really don’t feel it so keenly until the afternoon of the next day. Then they’re just plumb worn-out. It takes some of them two or three days to get to feeling normal after a mission.

  • The climate, warm and enervating, seems to make you sleepy all the tame. I’ve found it doubly hard to write my columns out here, because I just can’t stay awake.

  • There’s really nothing else to do except lie on your cot. Combat crews have few duties between missions. And since there’s no amusement or diversion out on these islands, except homemade ones, they Just lie and talk and he some more.

The result of 1t all is that you just get lazier than sin. As one pilot said, “I’ve got so lazy I’ll never be worth a damn the rest of my life.”

One phase of isolation

It’s one of the phases of isolation. It’s what leads to “island neurosis,” or to going “pineapple crazy.” Troop commanders know the importance of keeping their men busy to overcome this, but it’s difficult to do that with combat crewmen.

But new classes have been organized, and the fliers have to go to school part of each day. Those who are especially good are getting further intensive training as “lead crews” and they go to school from morning till night.

Endless talk and arguments go on in every tent and Quonset hut. They can argue about the darnedest things. One afternoon several pilots got into an argument over whether or not you do everything in reverse when you’re flying upside down. They were all veteran filers, and yet they split about 50-50 on whether you do or not.

Another day they got to arguing about what causes planes to leave vapor trails behind them at high altitudes. I had always thought it was the heat from the exhaust stacks condensing the moisture at certain temperatures. But one pilot said no, it was moisture being whirled off the tips of the propellers. That started a long discussion in which nobody won.

Some play solitaire. Some write letters all the time. One flier told me he had written to people he hadn’t thought of in years, not because he wanted letters back, but just to have something to do. Others, with nothing but time on their hands, can’t make themselves write at all.

They read magazines, but very few books. At first, they spent weeks making furniture for themselves out of packing crates. But that’s all finished now.

Afternoon for bathing

Some of them swim daily, and they all take daily showers. The camps are dotted with concrete floored baths, which are roofless. Water comes from a tank set on high stilts nearby. It is not heated, and although the weather is always warm, a cold bath in the morning is pretty nippy. The best time is around 2 in the afternoon when the sun has made the water good and warm.

Every bath unit has a white-porcelained washing machine and wringer in it. The fliers build abonfire of discarded lumber and heat water in big cans, carry it in to the wash machine, and turn her on. Beside every Quonset hut there is always a clothesline full of wash flying in the wind.

Some days they play volleyball, some days they take setting-up exercises, and some days they swim. My friend Capt. Bill Gifford spurns all these things, and just lies in bed. Every day they ask if he isn’t going to “P.T.,” which means physical training, and he says “Hell no, I’m too old to get out there and jump up and down like a Russian ballet dancer.”

Stokes: Old routine

By Thomas L. Stokes

Othman: Farmer’s wife

By Frederick Othman

Maj. Williams: Struggle for air

By Maj. Al Williams

B-29, without escorts, defy Zeroes to take war straight into Japan

Big pummeling given to foe on 60 missions – airmen learn flying tricks the hard way
By Peter Edson

Vandenberg urges airing of war’s political decisions

Senator’s plea, based on Poland’s case, expected to draw fire from Communists
By Lyle C. Wilson, United Press staff writer


Divorcee is found slain in Washington apartment

Robbery believed motive – woman shot to death in soundproof quarters

Monahan: ‘New Dick Powell’ in film at Stanley

Former crooner a revelation as tough guy in Murder, My Sweet
By Kaspar Monahan