Verhovayak Lapja, 1943. január-június (26. évfolyam, 1-25. szám)
1943-04-29 / 17. szám
Verhovayak Lapja LET TRUTH BE UNCONFINED . —----------------------------------------------------------CHICAGO BRANCH 503 The right of commanding is no longer an advantage transmitted by nature; like an inheritance, it is the fruit of labors, the price of courage. —VOLTAIRE It was really a treat to see the interesting letter sent by our colleague somewhere in North Africa: Sgt. John V. Jerkovich. The more so is it interesting since “Vic” seems to be availing himself of the opportunity to write to the Journal and keep us informed of events there. Stephen Huzianyi received several letters from “Vic” recently, all written in March, together with a very worthwhile article, which, Stephen says, he will send in to the Journal for the next issue — — — perhaps for this issue, if he gets around to it. We received Vic’s photograph from “somewhere in North Africa” showing the “Orderly Room or Headquarters Staff”. Writes he to Stephen: “I regret that I am unable to send you more than one picture of yours truly in his surroundings. As you gaze at the photo, you can’t help but notice the way we appear as ‘rugged looking’ individuals. But that is the way of war, friend Stephen; Africa takes a good man, and will return him a broken hulk of a man, as we here refer jokingly. I had my comrades autograph their respective names atop their likeness in the photo, and Lt. Levin is there (he is the one who gave me the wild ride in the jeep with yours truly trying to compose a letter). And, speaking of photos, I received my Darling Ann’s (Ann V. Bero) portrait yesterday. Oh, happy days! What a new man I am... You should see me showing her portrait to my comrades and my officers, including my Commanding Officer, Capt. Vickers and Capt. Hahn of Group S-2. All were impressed by her sweet character, and I can assure you, Stephen, that I am proud of my Fiancee.” Yes, dear “Vic”, you have every reason to be proud. Ann V. Bero, who writes the “MYSTRICKY” column, is well-known to many a Verhovayan. Her contributions always have been an asset. We can only hope that both of you, Vic and Ann, will give us the benefit of your writings. God be with you Vic wherever you may be! * * * The suggestion of a monthly Verhovay Issue for the boys in service is certainly a very commendable suggestion, and we have to tnank William C. Kohut for this thoughtfulness. We should like to see the Board of Directors take a step in this direction and we also feet that our friend Bill Kohut ought to have a hand in the formation of this worthwhile news service to our boys. * * * Congratulations to Miss Margaret E. Vargo on her latest and most interesting contribution, the first chapter of “When The Birds Have Flown.” We feel that our members share our views when we say that we heartily enjoy Miss Vargo’s writing. * * * Recently our good friend former assistant editor of the Journal, T/5 Albert J. Jozik, was home on a nine-day furlough, after eight months of hard work in the army. Albert also visited a gorgeous little town by name of Idamay, West Virginia. His particular attention centers on the charming and intelligent wellknown Journal writer and school teacher. Albert is now back at camp, in Maryland. He writes: “Well, I’m back at camp after a grand furlough. It was wonderful being at home... I had a swell time at the Szabo’s and the Flaherty’s, and with Barney (Kurjack) and Frank (Mihok): also at the Szecskay’s.” We are certain that it was more like good old times, with Albert back, altho a few of the boys are in the armed services. However, we wish we could share in that joy with Albert by our presence. * * * Pvt. Joseph Markos, with the Infantry in Florida, wrote on April 6th that he certainly appreciates receiving the Journal. Joe’s ambition is to serve with the Military Police. We hope he gets his transfer soon. He says that he will then have something to start on, when he returns to civilian life. * * * Word came on March 30th from Pvt. Anton Kovács, who is with the Engineers Training Battalion in Missouri, that he is getting first hand knowledge on how to use gas masks and build pontoon bridges. “We are always the first,” writes Tony, “so that the army can follow.” But Tony was hospitalized with a case of tensilities, which we hope he has already shaken off. ,* * * Frank “Val” Huziany, with a Coast Guard Unit in Michigan, writes that his Platoon No. 5 won the dress parade. For that the boys didn’t have to get up next morning until 7:30 A. M. Frankie writes further: “It is like summer out here. I just got through helping put up four anti-aircraft guns for practice. Boy, are they big babies! This morning from 9 to 11, I was on the firing range, and the instructor said “Fire at will”, but I didn’t know anybody by the name of “WE" Last night our basketball team played a team in Battle Creek and, boy, was there a battle in the creek! We skinned them alive!... I went on my liberty Sunday and went to the USO. Boy, did I have a swell time there! Then I went to four shows for nothing... I know how to take the automatic apart and put it together in1.1% minutes...” The following from “Val” on April 1st: “—I’ve been rowing a boat for two days. The Coast Guard is the best branch of the United States armed services. Anyone would want to get into it. And they really feed you out here. On my liberty I met 3 soldiers at the USO, and they wanted to trade uniforms with me ...” * * * Congratulations, Paul, on your recent promotion to Staff Sergeant! We refer to Paul Szabady, another 503 member. He was on a furlough about the middle of last month, spending siderable time in South Bend, Ind., visiting relatives and of especial interest a Miss Gödörley. While on this furlough, Paul also made it a point to visit Secretary Frank Balogh. And at the home of Stephen Huzianyi, Paul met Steven R. Horvath, another friend, and the trio discussed old times they had: With the now Corporal George Pozsgay (in Florida), they used to meet at the home of the late George Görömbey, in Burnside, for a little session w'th their musical instruments. But what we want to say proudly is the fact that “Pali” is in this country only 5 years. He was born in Mishawaka, Indiana, and was taken to Hungary when a small lad. He didn’t know any English when he returned here five years ago and has good reason to take pride on his recent promotion. May we hear more, Paul! * * * Corporal George Pozsgay wrote the following from Florida: “... You labeled me incorrectly as a Signal Corps man. There is, as you know, a friendly rivalry between the different branches of the service. And we (I) Air Corps men don’t think very much of the Signal Corps. You see, I’m on detached service. After completing this course here, I’ll be sent back to my base at Eglin Field ... I’m writing this letter on my knee, outside my barrack. I’m sitting in my bathing suit as it is very warm today. Nevertheless we will have our regular weekly drills. Today we will have gas mask drill, with gas masks, steel helmets, leggings, etc. It will last about an hour. After that I’ll have about 15 minutes to take a shower and be ready for school. Didn’t I tell you of our daily schedule? Wake at 8:30; roll call 8:45; breakfast 9:00; mail call 12:30; dinner 1.00; drill 1:30—2:30; off to school 2:45; classes begin 3:15; supper period 6:15—7:45 (classes begin at 7:45); out of school 11:45; and to bed, lights out at 12:30 A.M.” What with all this busy schedule, we believe that George is not having much time for letter writing and his notes are so much the more appreciated. We know you’ll write us again, George! * * * Alex Molnár, with the Naval Flight Preparatory School, is also having all he can do to keep up with his studies. Writes he two weeks ago: “Our studies now are getting almost twice asadiard as they were the first few weeks. I write the folks once a week. It’s the only time I get to keep in touch with them, unless I call them up and that takes so long, so I usually write. Our subjects are interesting: we not only name the planes we see, but know the theory of why they remain in the air... We also do flying. Well, maybe it’s only desk flying, but it still is called flying... Another one of our simple courses is to recognize an airplane within a 75th of a second. Let me tell you that’s pretty fast...” Sanyi, we’ll be expecting to get a photograph from you as soon as you get your dress uniforms. Good luck to you in your exams because it‘s a lot having five of them every week! * * * As this column was being completed along came a very welcomed card. It was from none other than good old Bill Kohut. Pvt. Kohut is with a Service Unit at Fort George G. Meade, Maryland, and was received by T/5 Albert Jozik who saw to it that Bill didn’t lose his way ’round. “I’m in the army now,” writes Bill, “having arrived here this morning (April 16th). It’s a new life, but I guess I’ll have to be a new man.” Our best wishes to you always, Bill, and don’t forget to send us a few articles from wherever you may be. Monday, April 19, 1943. THE SCRIBE OF KŐSZEG ____________April 29, 1943 MY STRICK Yj v Detroit, Michigan, i Thursday P. M. j April 8, 1944 1 Dear Molly: Your greetings couldn’t have arrived at a more appropriate date nor hour — exactly six months ago today — and six months later, your friendly j “Dutchess” is still in the clouds. Please don’t ever mind how I chat about my Beloved — I’m still only a young girl very much in love and I’m not sorry that I waited for The Right One to come along in answer to my prayers. One’s desires and wishes must first be truly appreciated before Fate returns to grant another wish — so — prayerfully I wait patiently until my Beloved Vic returns. What • glorious day that will be! Unfortunately, there are still people who live for gossip and the social life I lead prior to our engagement is not the same today, now that Vic is far away. His spirit always seems to be with me — guiding me in everything I do — there’s nothing I do, but that thoughts of him do not comfort me and ease my aching heart. Yes, he knows how I feel at times, because his feelings are the same. Often, our letters cross each other’s in the mail and as often our thoughts run parallel. His letters seem to answer what I’ve written to him even before I receive a reply to that particular chapter. Mental-telepathy? I’d call it a Love-call and love’s understanding in our case. I’m glad you received his article. And I hope mine arrived in time to make it a “double greeting” once again. He’ll be pleased if that’s so. I’m hoping my Journal arrives tomorrow — because, his article will be like a Special Greeting to me. April 9th — wherever Vic may be —• we’ll be together spiritually. At a certain hour, our hearts seem to call across the seas and we bow our heads in prayer — the prayer we said when we pledged our troth to each other at that hour, six months ago. Did I tell you that I sent him a photograph? He finally received it March 13th. In the near future, I hope to send you a duplicate in a smaller size, so that you’ll see “The Dutchess” ia really a very plain little oldfashioned type of person. The family were having more developed, and when they send them to me, I’ll remember to send you one, too. Vic doesn’t have any more of himself, so you’ll have to wait until you see the snapshot I carry in my wallet. When you write to Albert, convey our greetings to him, please; and tell him for me, I hope we’ll all be together on Friendship’s Fifth Anniversary, ’44. Thank you, and now I must sign off. Until again, our best wishes. Always, ANN. Buy War Bonds
