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JOHN S. FRAZIER
World War II
Memories and Biography

(Taken from a letter to Will Lundy)

February 19, 1945 - Mission 1

I am late in beginning this diary simply due to a lack of initiative as well as materials. However, I shall attempt to bring it up to date form the time I came down in Germany, by a summarization of what has passed. Some information I may be forced to omit for reasons of military security. As to the quantity of this material, I have no idea as to its limitations until I progress further.

It was on December 4, 1944 that I became a prisoner of war of Germany. It had been a hectic day from the start. It all began with a takeoff in which we barely escaped crashing with our loads of bombs. Then, we could not locate our group. After much circling around, we located the remainder of our formation only to discover that several of our instruments, the nose guns, and one tail gun were not functioning properly. Yet, we continued, perhaps due to our inexperience for I believe we had ample reason to abort. This was our first mission.

We flew along with our formation and were nearing our target, the marshaling yards at three targets. I had everything set up and was ready for the time to drop. Flak was bursting in front of us and about 100 feet at 5 o'clock level. Though I don't believe we were hit, this is when our trouble commenced.

No. 2 engine went out throwing us out of formation. The pilot feathered the engine and immediately No. 2 engine ran away. The pilot then feathered this engine. Having no power on our left wing, we were losing altitude rapidly. The pilot ordered out the bombs. The toggle switch was stuck and our bombs went out at a previously determined interval striking Germany, we knew not where, perhaps exploding in some farmer's yard.

During these operations, the navigator became lost. There was nothing for us to do but take up a given heading out of Germany. We were still losing altitude though not so rapidly. Ordered to lighten the ship, I, being the bombardier and gunnery officer, with the pilot's sanction, ordered the ammunition, with the exception of 50 rounds per gun, to be jettisoned, as well as the protective flak suits. Thus, we flew for about an hour or more, singly, having received no response to our appeal for fighter protection.

Suddenly, we were confronted by barrages of flak directly ahead and six Focke-Wolfe 190s bearing in on us. Our pilot thought we had reached the Rhine River, our lines being about 50 miles farther on, ordered us to bail out. Some of us regret this decision as I now write, but, an order is an order and to be obeyed.

Parachuting was an experience I shall long remember. According to the Germans, it was 1555 o'clock. I rolled myself into the general shape of a ball and tumbled out, the resistance of the wind and air feeling as though I had been struck a forceful blow with a pillow. In this manner, I fell about 5,000 feet, straightened out my body, and pulled the ripcord. The next thing I felt was a tremendous shock as the chute billowed out into the air. Everything was so quiet and peaceful, as a graveyard at midnight.

Next, I worked on my ears to unclog them, having become blocked by the sudden change in pressure. I was far from comfortable as my harness cut into my groins. Despite all efforts, I was unable to remedy the situation, nor was I able to guide my chute by the shroud lines. I, therefore, unsnapped my chest strap, attempted to count the parachutes floating down, and observed the flaming wreckage of the ship. Suddenly, the ground seemed to loom up under me with the speed of lightening. I was prepared to begin evading as soon as I contacted the earth. However, it was a different story.

When I awakened, two German soldiers and several civilians were standing over me. My escape kit, chocolate energy rations, pliers, screwdrivers, gun, etc. had been removed. They helped me to my feet and I looked about me. I had gone through a barbed wire fence and landed against the side of a ditch. The impact of these obstacles had rendered me unconscious for about five minutes. I suffered no great physical injury, though my back and left buttock were extremely sore. My left ankle was slightly sprained and my clothes torn. I was helped into a Jeep whence they drove away to pick up my pilot who suffered a cracked bone in his leg. l

The soldiers then confiscated our watches and drove us into town where we were ushered into a house used by the soldiers stationed there. We were given water to drink and allowed to smoke. I would like to note here that we suffered from an immense state of depression that seemed to render our minds and bodies useless.

From here we were taken to two other villages and finally to Friedburg where we received a preliminary interrogation then ushered to a cell constructed of cement and furnished with a single bench. Outside the cell door was stationed a guard at all times. Here we received both pleasant and distressing information. Seated there was the co-pilot and two gunners. About 30 minutes later, the engineer and radio operator were ushered in. We limited our conversation and spoke in low whispers. A description of these notes I will omit at the present.

The Germans brought us a little bread and ersatz (artificial, substitute) coffee tasting like dishwater. We ate this though, having consumed nothing for 18 hours. Being greatly fatigued, we then stretched out on the cement floor with a sprinkling of excelsior for beds. In this manner we slept fitfully until awakened at 0500. We were given a slice of bread, then transported to the railroad station. Biding an hour or so there, we finally boarded a baggage car finding a place to recline on the baggage and traveled in this manner for about seven hours during which time we were almost continuously moved, due to a very excitable baggage master.

About 1400 or 1500 we arrived in a city, the name of which I have forgotten, and required to stand on the platform where we soon became the center of interest of large crowds. You may wonder who composed these crowds and rightfully so, for I have neglected to mention the great number of refugees form bombed cities making their way with their few belongings toward the interior of Germany. It was growing dark when we finally boarded our next train. We finally begged the guards for water, which they readily secured for us, probably because we had not eaten for approximately 17 hours.

We were crowded into a small compartment, destination Frankfurt. On he way, a woman conductor took an interest in us and learning of our plight secured a small apple, water, and a cigarette, which the seven of us shared. Finally, we reached Frankfurt, sometime during the night, and leaving the train, we were led through the ever-interested crowds to a dungeon where we stretched out on the floor and fell asleep for a few hours. I neglected to mention that during this trip to Frankfurt, we were caught in a night bombing attack while in a station.

Not daring to bring us to the shelters with the populace, the guards herded us to the entrance of the shelter amid the excited throngs. This was the first time I had been bombed and though the attack was on a town about five miles away, I cannot say that I was not scared. However, it was a very impressive sight.

Quitting Frankfurt, by train, we traveled until daybreak where we made our exit at some village of fair size which was Oberoussel as I later learned. By means of a streetcar, we traveled a little beyond the outskirts of the village, ordered off, and marched to this prison camp which is known as an interrogation center, arriving in time to receive breakfast, two slices of bread and a cup of ersatz coffee. This is not much; however, it was the most we had eaten for 38 hours. After breakfast, we were thoroughly searched, then placed in solitary confinement in a room 10' long by 6' wide, furnished with a stool, a cap, one blanket a _______[bed?] of wooden slats and a flea and louse infested mattress made of burlap and very little excelsior.

Solitary confinement is not a very pleasant state, especially in such small confine. Since the only articles I was allowed to keep were clothing, a handkerchief, and a comb. That was little to occupy the time. I often did what calisthenics it was possible to do, both for diversion and to keep warm, for we had heat only one hour during the morning, one hour in the afternoon and one hour during the evening. The remainder of my time was occupied by pacing, sleeping, praying, thinking and occasionally talking through the wall with my neighbors, an English man on one side and an American on the other, until we would be stopped by the guard, for this practice was "verboten."

The food we received was very scarce. Breakfast consisted of two slices of bread thinly spread with jam and a cup of "ersatz" coffee. Lunch was made up of a bowl of soup made form grass and another herb that gave it flavor. For supper, again we were given two slices of break thinly spread with "oleo" and a cup of "ersatz" coffee. We had no facilities for washing or shaving, nor did we have any toilet paper. The third day at Oberoussel, I was led to another room where I had a preliminary interrogation by a non-com. He was attempting to use psychology on me, so much so that it became too obvious and I couldn't help but laugh in his face which caused him no little embarrassment. Achieving no success with me, I was returned to my room in a half-hour.

The next day I was photographed, fingerprinted, then ushered to the main interrogation building, then in an office presided over by a Captain. I was in this office for approximately two hours, during which time I was given three vile-tasting German cigarettes to smoke, studied a map of Germany and was interrogated.

I gave nothing in the line of information, admitting only my name, rank, and serial number, nor did I confirm any information he offered. I was slightly amazed at the vast supply of information on hand, even to minute details that had been compiled by these Germans since our entry into the war. However, I was more amazed and slightly taken back by the amount of information he had concerning our crew, base, plane and even my personal army career, which was extremely accurate. I realized how this information was compiled, which was no simple task, but was astounded to realize that it had been done. They undoubtedly secured their knowledge of our ship and base by the markings on the plane, which were probably observed by the fighter pilots who attacked us. As for my personal army career, the information must have been secured by newspaper clippings released by the P.R.O.

In my description of this interrogation center, I have neglected to state that huge wooden shutters were placed over the bars at the window from dusk to daylight. We could not open the windows for air and we had lights for only an hour at supper time. Fortunately, I spent only four days and nights at Oberoussel.

The fourth night I was transferred to a cold building, but no colder than solitary was for there was little ______ and slept there with other men awaiting shipment to the transit camp in the morning. The beds were made of the usual wooden slats, no mattress and three blankets, no heat. We were awakened before daybreak, given two slices of dry bread and a cup of "ersatz" coffee for breakfast, then a roll call and finally marched for a half-hour until we reached the railroad station. Again, I have failed to mention something of interest of this camp, namely, every night our shoes were taken away form us, as if it were possible to escape from a locked room with iron bars and wooden shutters over the windows.

It was dawn when we began to march and daylight when we reached the station. The day was bitter cold and I was half frozen having only winter underwear, shoes, socks, shirt, pants, cap, and scarf to wear; no jacket or gloves. One fellow was kind enough to lend me a blouse after we had reached the station. It was much too small, but I could throw it over my shoulders and was very thankful for it.

After waiting on he platform approximately two hours before entrained for our destination, the transient camp, 40 miles distant. That was another memorable trip, typical of all my former experiences on German trains, for we were constantly shuttled about until finally arriving at Wetzlar, the debarkation point after ten hours of traveling. We were fatigued from the journey, hungry for we had eaten nothing for 46 hours, and dirty, not being able to bathe for a week.

We arrived at Wetzlar as I had previously stated on the 10th of December 1944. It took us about one hour to march to the camp from the station, having, out of necessity, to walk through the town. On this march, we observed much wreckage from a bombing several days previous and were also subjected to a little stone throwing on the part of some children. Our arrival at the camp was an occasion of much joy to us. We were led to a building where we were again searched, photographed and then fingerprinted. This done, we were issued a Red Cross "Joy" box and a few articles of government clothing.

Between the two, this is what I received: two towels, a shirt, two suits of winter underwear and one suit of summer, face soap, laundry soap, a pipe, two packs of cigarettes, two packages of pipe tobacco pipe cleaners, scarf, tooth brush and powder, comb, brush, shoe polish and brush, vitamin pills, laxative, Band-Aids, pajamas, sewing kit, three pairs of cotton socks, four handkerchiefs, razor, shaving soap, and 15 blades, a sweater and one sleeveless sweater, a roll of toilet paper, a pair of gloves and a lightly burned jacket. Having received these things, we were ushered to a tent, where we undressed and then to a shower room where we were allowed to remain under the water for five minutes. Oh, what joy! Drying off, I dressed in clean clothes and was led to the mess hall. Of course, I did not receive enough to satisfy my hunger, but it was the best meal I had eaten since I became a POW. The meal consisted of a bowl partially filled with potatoes flavored with salmon, two slices of bread spread with oleo, and two cups of cocoa. Ah! What a meal!

Then came an air raid alert, which necessitated our being led to barracks, where I settled myself by the fire and smoked a cigarette; a state of contentment. The raid didn't last long. The planes merely passing over. I was assigned a room, found an empty bed, made it up, undressed, crawled in, and slept through another raid until morning.


Name Address City/State Phone
Cook, Ray 3117 W. Lincoln Way Aimes, Iowa 3106
Whaley, Floyd 129 Mylan St. Oil City, PA 969-L
Crabtree, Richard 1937 W. 101st Place Chicago (43), IL Cedarcrest +6226
Killian, Don Box 502 Bishop, CA
McCarthy, Giles J. 11 Anthony Lane Covington, KY Hemlock 3156
Beeman, Lyman 137 Clinton St. Watertown, NY
Michaels, Thomas 666 Miller St. Luzerne, PA
Leister, Bob Box 71 McAllisterville, PA 6R4
Kennedy, Bill 1630 Balmdral Ave. Chicago, Il Ardmare 4587
Kattke, Norm E. Stewart, MN
Morgan, Phil 1505 Castle Ave. Indianapolis, IND.
Schimpf, Jack 1935 N. Sawyer Chicago, IL Humbolt 6546
Nelson, Harry 3661 N. Teutonia Ave Milwaukee, WI Hawkins 2726
Anderson, R. D. 66 Whipple St. Worcester, MA 60452
Woodcock, W. 69-46 Manse St. Forest Hills Li, NY Blvd 8-3929
Goodson, Ray M. 1215 Taylor Ave Joliet, IL
Douglas, Gene L. 2001 16th St. N.W. Washington, DC
Senn, Bill (Box 182 Rm. 1376) 231 La Salle St. Castle Shannon, PA Lehigh 7953
Phipps, Harry H. 708 S. Park Ave Herrin, IL
Fernandez, Geo. L. 2913 E. Ocean View Ave Norfolk, VA 80337
Miller, Francis J. 663 S. Main St. Bangor, PA 105-J-3
Miskiewicz, Francis A. 51 Dey St. Jewett City, CN
Spencer, Lewis D. 123 E. Rowe St. Road House, Il 460-W-2
Hansom, Norman B114 Gilman St. Mars Hill, ME (Kingston, NY)
Rogers, Warren 704 S. Marengo St. Pasadena, CA SY-36707

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JOHN S. FRAZIER
World War II
Memories and Biography

POEMS, QUOTATIONS, ADDRESSES AND GENERAL TOPICS

Compiled while a Prisoner of War at Stalagluft I located on the shores of the Baltic at Barth, Pommerania, Germany

Vor-Und Zuname: John S. Frazier, 2nd Lt. 0-927630
Gefangenennummer: 6590


EXCERPTS FROM MAIL RECEIVED BY KRIEGIES
HUMOROUS TO P.O.W.s

Why don't you hurry up and get exchanged?
We are sending a calendar with several years on it. It should come in handy.
We are so glad you can get your college education there at camp.
Please have your photograph taken the next time you're in town.
It's difficult to get along on the $2,000 monthly allotment you left.
Glad to know you're barracks are brick and steam heated.
Do you need any money? Am sending only a wallet now.
We have steaks a lot. Would feel bad about eating them if we didn't know you got them all the time.
The neighbors know some very nice people in Rostock. If you get a chance, I hope you can visit them.
How is your tennis game? I hear you play often.
Keep 'em flying!
Do you get to go to dances very often?
Glad you are living the life of Riley.
Am sending bowling shoes in your next parcel.
I'll be glad when you get home so I can make our divorce final. I am living with an Inf. Capt. He's nice. I think you'd like him.
We are not sending parcels. We hear you can get all you need in town.
Please don't stop the allotment. I have been living with a private for the last few months and he doesn't make as much as you.
How's the golf course coming?

Consider our friendship at an end. I would rather marry a 1944 hero than a 1939 coward
Be good sweetheart.
The man next door lived some time in Cologne and Frankfurt. He says living conditions are good and the people are very hospitable, so we don't worry about you any more.
A Kriegie received a sweater through the R.C. with the name of knitter attached. He wrote the lady a letter thanking her kindly. She replied, "I am sorry a P.O.W. had to receive it. I intended it for a fighting man." (This man has been awarded the A.M., D.F.C.&P.)
Hear your bowling alleys use nine pins instead of ten.
Must be nice to play golf again.
The German P.O.W.s have had their ice cream ration cut to 3 quarts per week.
A Lt. shot down on his last mission, who was faithfully and deeply in love with his wife, received the following: "When, if, you get back, I'd like a divorce. I'm living with a cadet at Santa Ana and would like to marry him.
A Lt. received a personal parcel from a 'friend.' It contained tiddley winks and a set of boys string tops.
The lady in the R.C. said not to send food and clothing as you had so much there. They also said you could learn a trade.
I gave your golf clubs to a German Colonel P.O.W. here in Canada. John wrote his wife. 'To hell with the German P.O.W.s and his country club canceled his membership for not being a gentleman.
We gave your civilian clothes to the German P.O.W.s as they look so conspicuous at the dances.







Asleep, awake, by night or day,
The friends I seek are seeking me,
No wind can drive my bark astray,
Nor change the tide of destiny,
The stars come nightly to the skies,
The tidal wave unto the sea,
Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high,
Can keep my own away from me.
A Lantern in Her Hand - Bess Streeter Aldrich



NO HEROES

Sure - we're braver than hell.
On the ground, all is swell.
But "up there," it's a much different story
As we sweat out our track
Through fighters and flak
And we're willing to split up the glory.

Well, they wouldn't reject us
So heaven protect us;
Until all this shooting abates,
Give us courage to fight 'em,
And one more small item.
An escort of P-38s!


Taken from the wall of a solitary cell in Germany

-1-
It's easy to be nice boys,
When everything's okay
It's easy to be cheerful
When you're having things your way.
But can you hold your head up,
And take it on the chin,
When your hear its nearly breaking
And you feel like giving in.

-2-
It was easy back in England,
Amid the friends and folks,
But now you miss the friendly hand.
The joys, the songs, the jokes.
The road ahead is stormy
And unless you're strong in mind,
You'll find it isn't long
Before you lag behind.

-3-
You've got to climb the hill, boys,
It's no use turning back;
There's only one way home, boys.
And it's off the beaten track.
Remember, you're American,
That when you reach the crest,
You'll see a valley, cool and green.
America, -- at her best.

-4-
You know, there is a saying,
That sunshine follows rain.
And sure 'nuff you'll realize
That joy will follow pain.
Let COURAGE be your password.
Make FORTITUDE your guide,
And then instead of grousing,
Just remember those who died.




AN ODE TO FOOD

I think that I shall never see
A meal that won't appeal to me,
Admitted, that in days gone by
I've left a piece of apple pie,
Or maybe a little piece of meat
Occasionally I wouldn't eat.
But now it is my first resolve
To quickly make all food dissolve
That any dumb unknowing fool
May leave around to make me drool.
And now I sure won't hesitate
To take that last small piece of cake.
Meals aren't missed by fools like me.
I'd even 'clobber' a helpless pea.




"WITHOUT ARMOR"
James Hilton

No man has really eaten unless he has starved, or felt clean until he has felt lice nibbling, or lived until he has felt death.




NEW KRIEGIES ARE IN

In the light of the early morning, when the sun can just be seen,
Men appear outside our prison, who march as in a dream.
Their lines are bent and ragged, by the crippled and the weak,
And yet, they still press forward, though they barely move their feet.

Are these the ones who represent the cream of our young men?
From outward looks, there doesn't seem to be one fit in ten.
Faces weary, eyes are bleary, a picture of neglect,
But after what those men went through - what more could you expect?

It's a strange war these men have waged high up there in the sky,
Yet most of them have fought that way because they love to fly!
No foxholes lie in wait for them when the air is thick with flak,
They just grit their teeth and take it 'cause there is no turning back.

Now their sweating days are over; they've done all that they could.
Though their minds are free, they're still confined with bars of steel and wood.
They shall soar no more way up above, nor hear the engines sing.
Their wings are clipped by Lady Luck 'till the bells of freedom ring.



A THOUGHT FOR TODAY - EASTER SUNDAY

You can have your shrimp cocktail,
And your chicken a la King.
You can have your roast turkey,
With dressing and everything.

Take your old filet mignon,
Ravioli, and French fries.
Your eclairs, strawberry shortcake,
and deep-dish apple pies.

As for me, I was a Kriegie.
And a happier man by far.
With a bit of klim, a slice of prem.
And a moldy old "D" bar.



THE KRIEGIE'S LAMENT

Sad Indeed, and much to My Sorrow,
I'm Here Today, and Here Tomorrow!


Little minds discuss people,
Average minds discuss events,
Great minds discuss ideas,
What are you talking about?


So nigh is grandeur to our dust,
So near is God to man,
When duty whispers low, "Thou Must,"
The youth replicas, "I CAN!"


There is so much bad in the best of us,
And so much good in the worst of us,
That it hardly behooves any of us,
To talk about the rest of us.



DEATH OF A B-24

She lay there, burning and battered,
A queen who died in flight.
Her wings were severed from her,
No more would she revel in flight.

No more would she thrill to her power,
To the roar of the engines she knew.
No more would she hear the clatter
Of the carefree men of her crew.

No more would the staccato music,
Of her guns forever on guard,
Thrill her in stirring battle;
They now lay useless and charred.

I watched the embers last glowing,
The smoke that rose in a wave.
The wind would scatter her ashes,
And erase the mark of her grave.

They say the fall of a sparrow,
Is recorded on the heavenly door.
so surely the judges in heaven,
Logged the death of our brave B-24.



COMING IN WITH A DEAD BOMBARDIER

Coming in with a dead bombardier,
Coming in for a new bombardier.
What a mess, what a sight,
Yes, he gave them hell tonight.
Coming in with a dead bombardier.

See the leaves, it is parked over there,
And the nurse doesn't look quite so fair,
With a full crew aboard,
We gave him to the Lord,
Coming in with a dead bombardier.



THAT LITTLE RED CROSS BOX

A lonely team of horses, a chestnut and a bay,
A load of Red Cross boxes; we eat again today.
Half rations for another week, now isn't that a treat.
I'm telling you, that Red Cross Box is mighty hard to beat.

A one-pound can of powdered milk, some cigarettes and jam,
A box of prunes or raisins, some bully beef or Spam.
There's coffee, cheese and sugar, plus oleomargarine,
A box of K-2 biscuits and soap to keep us clean.

Although we have variety, we've yet to get our beans,
But none the less, we often get, salmon or sardines.
Pate is also on the list, a chocolate bar for sure,
And even pills for vitamins, to keep our blood more pure.

The crisis now is over; there's half enough to eat.
If we could get the other half, life here would be complete.
God bless Geneva and the Red Cross, for being so orthodox,
Also those who gave us,
that "LITTLE RED CROSS BOX."




DATES TO REMEMBER

Shot down and captured December 4, 1944 - Freiburg/Breisgau, Germany
December 5, 1944 Shipped to Oberoussel.
December 6, 1944 Arrived. Interrogation Center
December 9, 1944 Shipped to Wetzlar - Transient Camp
December 16, 1944 Shipped to permanent P.O.W. camp
December 19, 1944 Arrived at Stalagluft 1, Barth, Pommerania, Germany
December 25, 1944 Christmas dinner with the special Christmas Red Cross parcels (four parcels for five men).
Gates were opened for visiting between North 2 and North 3 compounds. Honor parole.
January 1, 1945 Gates opened for visiting between North 2 and North 3 compounds. Honor parole.
Russians are driving through Poland. War news on East Front is good.
March 1945 Starvation rations. No Red Cross. Very little German food, very little fuel. Very weak. No strength to move around. Cold. Many are fainting daily.
Allies beginning drive against Germans.
March 27, 1945 Red Cross parcels beginning to come through.
Fifty percent of the men are sick from eating though the meals are small.
April 8, 1945 Our Easter dinner. One week late, but atmosphere was there. More than we could eat. Most beautiful and colorfully laid out table I've seen (including U.S.A.)
War news is extremely good. Morale high. Hopes for a speedy liberation.
April 30, 1945 Last night some of the German guards and workers were evacuated. Today we received an American order to dig slit trenches. The Germans are dynamiting the flak school and surrounding area. An unusual amount of German air activity from air base recently made operational. Fellow next door gave each one of us in this room a cigar (priceless here). I won a bet of a roast duck dinner and pizza pie snack as the war is not over.
May 1, 1945 Woke up this morning to find that all the Germans had fled and the camp was in allied hands. One German was chased from camp. Two others we accepted as P.O.W.s. The Burgonmaster of Barth is appealing to us to be taken prisoner.

KRIEGIE LINGO

"Goon Up," "Enemy Up," "On Guard." The call issued by the Kriegie guard on duty to warn the occupants of the block that Germans are entering.
"Red Cross Up," "Barely Up." Get your respective rations.
"Around the Bend." Becoming mentally unbalanced.
"Kriegie." A prisoner of war.
"Clobber." To devour food in a large quantity and short time.
"Mouldy Ole." Used in speaking of food. Originated because of moldy bread which was the frequent condition of the bread.
"Fearless Fosdick." The pilot who flies around daily to give the flak school practice in tracking.
"Come on Joe." The evy___ for the Russians to hurry.



LATRINE-O-GRAMS

Shirts with starch by the end of March.
In "Cinci" to stay; a week from today.
Home to stay; by the end of May.
Back to Times Square, with cane and grey hair.
Home, but late, by '48.
U.S.A. by the end of May.
Home to Dianne, as quick as I can.
"Buckeye" state by '48.
Watch June 13th.
I wouldn't say, but it might be May.
Back in "Chi" by next July.
Home in June won't be too soon.
Out by May, or just any day.
September - the month to remember.
Next year we'll still be here.
New York or burst by April 31st.
Home to stay by the 13th of May; Hello Mother! This is your day.
Across the Rhine in '49.
You'll be a lot glummer, comes next summer.
Brand new drive in '45.
Golden Gate by '48.
Heaven in '47.
I'll kill my third on August 1.
Home to jive in '45.
Still be here by next leap year.
Free by '43.
BOOKS READ WHILE IN P.O.W. CAMP

Aldrich, Bess Streeter A Lantern in Her Hand
Blackmore, R. D. Lorna Doone
Cather, Willa Death Comes for the Archbishop
Chambers, Robert W. Cardigan
Douglas, Lloyd C. The Robe
McKenney, Ruth My Sister Eilleen
Nordhoff, Charles & Hall, James Botany Bay
Smith, Thorne; Spalding, Charles;
& Carney, Otis Love at First Flight
Starr, Leonora Colonel's Lady
Strong, Phil State Fair
Smith, Thorne Skin and Bones


ADDRESSES

Cook, Ray Jr. 3117 W. Lincoln Way Ames, Iowa 3106
Whaley, Floyd 129 Mylan St. Oil City, PA 969-L
Crabtree, Richard 1937 W. 101st Place Chicago (43), IL Cedarevest 622
Killian, Don Box 502 Bishop, Calif
McCarthy, Giles J. 11 Anthony Lane Covington, KY Hemlock 815__
Beeman, Lyman 137 Clinton St. Watertown, NY
Michaels, Thomas 666 Miller ST. Luzerne, PA
Leister, Bob Box 71 McAllisterville, PA 6-R-4__
Kennedy, Bill 1630 Balmdral Ave Chicago, IL Ardmore 458__
Kottke, Norm E. Stewart, MN
Morgan, Phil 1505 Castle Ave Indianapolis, Ind.
Schimpf, Jack 1935 N. Sawyer Chicago, IL (Humbolt 65__)
Nelson, Harry 3661 N. Teutonia Ave Milwaukee, Wis Hopkins 272__
Anderson, Randolph D. 66 Whipple St. Worcester, MA 60452__
Woodcock, W. 69-46 Manse St. Forest Hills, LI, NY Blvd. 8_____
Goodson, Ray M. 1215 Taylor Ave Joliet, IL
Douglas, Gene L. 2001 16th St. N.W. Washington, DC
Senn, Bill Castle Shannon, PA
Phipps, Harry H. 708 S. Park Ave Herrin, IL
Fernandes, Geo. L. 2913 E. Ocean View Ave. Norfold, VA 80337
Hansom, Norman 8114 Gilman St. Mars Hill, ME
Miller, Francis J. 663 S. Main St. Bangor, PA 105-J-3
Miskiewicz, Francis A. 51 Dey St. Jewett City, CN
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