My duty, as you can readily see, has to do with the maintenance and repair of the human anatomy, thereby keeping the fellows in physical trim for active duty. My job is not as glamorous and exciting as that of my fellow comrades; nevertheless, I feel as though I am contributing to the war effort, because I too belong to a fast moving, fearless, well organized, hard driving truck outfit that has incorporated real teamwork into the performance of their task. They travel and work with a rumble and clouds of dust. The organization is known as the wild "V" boys, and it has a tonnage record that will never be equaled here. It is hard work, -but there are thrills galore. There is lots that can't be told for security reasons, but I can say that our enemy varies from malaria to tigers.

Here's hoping for the continued success of the CAMPUS.

From Corporal Bill Webb:

I am engaged in engine-removal analysis during the day and anything promising in the cool evenings.

Our statistical Control office now brings reminiscences of my last days with Douglas A-C—the place is gradually going to the WACs. Anticipating overseas orders is a chronic malady. Already we have dispatched men to England, North Africa, India, Australia, and the Southern Pacific Islands. What's left? You've guessed it! China!

(Campus Editor's note:)

On the Current Weapons Familiarization Course on the .22 range, Bill heads a list of thirteen men with a rating of 191. In a three-way tie for Physical Achievement test, taken by 600 men, he was one of three to top the list.

January 19, 1945 New Caledonia South Pacific

Dear Campus Staff:

It is very pleasant to know that we ex-students have not been forgotten by P. J. C., even though, like myself, it has been years and not months, since we last walked by the mirror pools on our "way out".

The replies to the Campus will be many; therefore I'll make this short about my own particular part of Army life and leave room for those who really have something to talk about.

As Dean Anderson's department will show, I was graduated, finally, in June, 1941, and spent a quiet six months until December, and a little something came up then that had me worried. In August of '42, my "friends and neighbors" at last found me and tied me down long enough to get my finger prints, shoot me full of all sorts of serum, and outfit me with a lovely, full-drape suit of an "offgreen" color! What happened for the next thirteen weeks is sheer torture, and then they gave me a nice long pleasure cruise to the South Pacific, a little place just off the shores of Catalina Island. My two years on this lush, beautiful tropical paradise (Ed. Note: Typographical error!) is just about up, and I should like very much to pass under the Golden Gate Bridge once more, in an EASTERLY direction, for a change!

My civilian (What's that?) experience after graduation helped me in being classified an Assistant Army Mail Clerk, quite a moniker for a rear-guard, non-combatant-goldbrick. At present, I am working for an Army Post Office in the V-Mail Section, and I might as well get a plug in here now. Use V-Mail to those "Toes" overseas! They need mail almost as well as "chow", and V-Mail gets those slightly dehydrated but nevertheless just as wonderful kisses to him on the double!

Has something important happened to me, like receiving a medal or being promoted to General, or something? Well, no, not exactly; but I did wrangle a new pair of shoes from the Supply Sergeant the other day

Do I have any pictures of yours truly? To tell the truth, there are three photographers and the entire Signal Corps suing me for G I camera damages, which occured in the process of trying to get me in focus; nervous, ya know.

That is more than enough about me!

I would like to say this to those of you now in attendance at "jaysee". Don't worry if you are not quite old enough to be in uniform. There are lots of you who wish they could be in this-right alongside of that buddy who was in history class with you. Your "job" is important too. You share in the betterment of our nation, and the world at large will come along in a few years; then you, yourself, want to be prepared for that undertaking. Homework and six-weeks exams are a bore and a nuisance but, as the army tells us-"there is a reason for everything", and the best reason for you is the word "future'. Today may be in the hands of the guys on Luzon and on the Philippine Sea, but tomorrow will belong to those who are finding out ways in which all nations may get along with each other in order that every man and woman may live his own peaceful and happy life. You, who are now studying your books and lessons in Room 8-C, or in the Life Science Building, are the leaders and future citizens of that tomorrow.

Please excuse that soapbox routine, but I think I know how some of you feel, and perhaps that will help some.

To Dr. Harbeson, Dean Robbins and Dean Stong, who are assisting you, and to your staff-thanks very much for this opportunity of greeting those who may recall my name. Best of luck to all of you!

And-to that one, lone male on the Campus staff-Brother— Do we envy you

Cordially,

Dave Orswell

T-5 DEML

It was after deadline when I got your letter, but I thought I'd write anyway just to say hello, and to express my appreciation for the grand job you are doing. That's a fine idea, dedicating the "Campus" to those in the service and we all appreciate it.

Spring has finally come to Luxemburg, and the days are warm and sunny. Our division is fighting in the Sigfried Line, hut I am in Ordnance, a few miles hack. We hear only our own artillery shells which are fired behind us and came slicing through the air overhead.

Luxemburg is a beautiful little country, more progressive and prosperous than most of its neighbors. The people are quite friendly.