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...high-powered planes have made balloons dangerously obsolete. Using commercial flivvers, artillery pilots hop up & down behind their own lines-just long enough to see where the shots are falling, and to radio corrections. Two graduate pilots and a full-time mechanic go to every field-artillery battalion...
...instructors as well as the Muzzle Blast office, while the first floor will be occupied by the Cadet Headquarters and library, in addition to the recruiting office for the Enlisted Reserve. The headquarters are complete with a game room in the basement which will be used for battery or battalion meetings and parties...
...defense can be enough. It is to that hatred that Moscow's communiqués appeal, forever stressing the killing of Germans, the destruction of German tanks, guns, planes. These communiqués sometimes seem to be deliberately deceptive, recounting the deaths of a few hundred Germans in battalion engagements, when great fronts are falling. But for the Russians it is not deception; it is the feeding of the Russian conviction which a Moscow writer expressed to Correspondent-Author Maurice Hindus: "The loss of territory is never much in Russian wars, so long as our armies make...
...chief of staff at a headquarters recently involved in one of the worst fiascoes in all of our history was a man who boasted that he had never commanded troops in his life, not a battalion as a major, not a company as a captain, not even a platoon as a lieutenant. His lack of knowledge as to how orders are carried out and what actually has to be done to get them carried out consistently can properly be charged as one of the reasons for what might now be called a minor catastrophe in our military history...
Outside historic Petersburg some 800 hog-dirty, dog-tired soldiers of the 1st Battalion, 8th Quartermaster Training Regiment were sleeping soundly. A soft north-northeast breeze fanned the damp air; the lonely flashlight of a patrolling officer threaded the dark Virginia night; somewhere a mongrel pup howled plaintively. Suddenly came the long, heart-chilling shriek of dive-bombers, the rattle of machine guns, the dull, stomach-curdling thud of high explosives. Over the camp rolled clouds of black, evil-smelling smoke. Up went a cry: "Gas! Gas! Gaaaasss!" Out of their tiny olive-green tents tumbled soldiers, stuffing heads into...