GALLANT CAPTURE OF ALIEN INTRUDERS

Gun Flash, Issue XI, 13 March 1943, Page 2

GALLANT CAPTURE OF ALIEN INTRUDERS

At an unspecified place, on an undisclosed date and at a censored time, the 3rd.a Division showed promise of gallantry certainly equal to and possibly surpassing the best traditions of the 2nd, Division, Watch Officer: "Histl What is that?" A light on the island, I smell a rat I” Lookout: "Garni The ——- place la teeming with rats. Go to sleep? 'Watch Officer: "We’re at wa>, It must be investigated,” Lookout: "O.K. I’ll ring the Boss I’ (Tingle, tingle, "Is that you, Boss? What did you say, »Who the hell do you think it is?’ Say, Boss, dis aint to time for riddles. There’s a light, on the island - I know there’s dozens of islands - you want to know which one - say, stem, do you ink this is a geography lesson - the island in front - Oh, you want the azimuth - who do you think I am? Astrologer Mac? - Alright I’ll send the ’Queen Mary’. Keep your shirt cm," Whereupon the gallant Chapman W.C, sprang from his rapt contemplation of stage HI and arming himself to its artificial dentures, called upon

seven of his faithful henchmen and one mariner/ and the intrepid party set forth in the ’’Golden Bar" (not to bo confused with the ’’Yellow Streak"), the ’’Queen Mary” trans* porting them to the ship’s side. With a roar of mighty engines and r. surge of power the "Golden Bar” clove the breakers to the island covering the 5000 yards in slightly under the hour® "Follow me, mes infants", said Chapmen , who’s learning French® "Don’t shoot until you see the whites of their thighs”, and prudently slipping in the scuppers, lot his warriors beat him to the shore. With flashing bayonets, gleaming teeth, and knocking knees, his braves dispersed rapidly into the night and in their haste to find safe hiding places fell over three shrinking little French Civilians, When our bravo soldiers saw that the civilians were 5 and far more terrified than the soldiers, they promptly let loose most blood curdling oaths and arrested them and their boat and returned in triupph to their unit. Interrogation in perfect Marseilles dock-yard argot by the B ( ,C„ satisfied all hands that they wore quite harmless, but "it was a gallant action” and will 1 ibe long in the annals of the Regiments Lieut* Chapman,WoCo, interviewed by our special correspondent, eras typically modest and laconic® "Don’t give any credit to me”, he said twirling his moustache, "It was my men that did it all. They were magnificent”® • Truly the stuff of which heroes are made®