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Member Article: In the
Forest from Hell
by Steven Woods
An instant after the shout the cool, calm forest air was torn asunder by a pair
of Jerry machineguns. In absolute Panic I flopped down behind the log I was
going to climb over and got a shower of wood splinters. As other guys hit the
deck next to me I squirmed down further under the log, pulling my helmet's
chinstrap down into place. "SHOOT BACK GOD DAMN IT!!"Sargent Earley bellowed
from behind a nearby tree, pulling the bolt of his rifle back. "SHO-SHO! KILL
THOSE HUNS!" The last of the fog was soon joined by gun smoke, the acrid smell
of Cordite drifting through the trees. The firing sounded like several cobs of
corn being popped at the same time, but thousands of times louder. The Chauchat
Auto-Rifle man on my left got to a kneeling position, propped his ugly-as-sin
Auto-Rifle on the log and pulled the trigger, raining bullets on the Jerry
machineguns and hot brass cartridges on the side of my face.
Member Article: The Wait
by Jeffrey A. Thomas
Seaman Third Class Lowell Webster, AKA "The Kid" lay in dozing in his bunk. He
was in his skivvies, the tropical heat, even at seven something in the morning,
being too much for anything more. His eyes were shut, but he wasn't really
asleep, neither was he awake. It was Sunday, and the ship was in a relaxed
state, unbuttoned for tomorrow's inspection. He didn't have anywhere to be for
four hours. Around him, in the vast berthing compartment he could hear his
shipmates; a few snoring, more asleep than he was; a card game, an argument,
one or two men praying. All around him the USS West Virginia, BB-48, "the
WeeVee" was just starting to wake up. He'd only been aboard the ship a short
time, his first real assignment in the navy. It was taking some time to adjust.
He was still the country bumpkin from a farm in Washington State. A few of the
guys had teased him for awhile, playing tricks on him, but with one exception
they mostly left him alone now. He was starting to make a few friends, but he
knew he'd never make his section Chief happy. But he knew his mom was proud of
him, even though he wasn't there to help his brothers with the farm.
Member Article: The Pig War
by Jeffrey A. Thomas
The origins of "The Pig War" were rooted in the treaty of 1846, which settled
the claims of the United States and Great Britain in the lands west of the
Rocky Mountains. The treaty established the 49th parallel as the boundary
between the United States and Canada, until it reached to "the middle of the
channel separating the continent from Vancouver's Island."[1] The intention
behind this was to leave all of Vancouver Island as British territory.
Unfortunately the treaty state what was meant by "the main channel". The
British believed it referred to Haro Straight, to the East of San Juan Island,
the Americans believed it to be Rosario Straight, on the West.
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