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Show Generally Speaking By NADINE HARKLXS McClure Syndicate WNU Features. GENERALLY speaking, this is i daffy war. I mean like Jo-O'Brien, Jo-O'Brien, for instance. Back in th' States he always groused about th' British and poked fun at the lao curtains in Buckingham Palace am the changing of the guard and S' forth. Then he joins up and when does the Army send him but straigh across the big drink smack into thi heart of London. And in nothing flat Joe's a one man Chamber of Commerce for thi island, a booster-for-Britain de luxe He gets to attend Queen Mary on i personal tour and winds up think ing he's the Prince Consort. Nov Joe writes he's marrying the sweet est girl in the world, a little Eng lish schoolteacher. I suppose whet these shooting galleries empty am-we am-we all go home Joe'll be wearinj a monocle and calling his pals ok boys, old sock, old top. Yeah, daffy war. Take me, for in stance. Generally speaking, I'm ni dope. I mean a guy's gotta have s little gray matter to get tov be i corporal, don't he? So maybe I don' warm up to Attu like Joe does t England. I still don't make no bone: about it much, even if it ain't nt hot-air furnace. I just want to be i good soldier, wash out these Nippies and get home to Barbara. I am thinking of Barbara tha night in the ice-cold foxhole with th stars big as kites and the night s still. She sure is a sweet kid anc the best jitterbug in the gang. Gen erally speaking, I'm not the com plaining type, but we've beei crouched here too long to suit me trying to outsmart a Jap trap or the side of the snowy slope belov us. Thinking of Barbara sort o warms me up, and when I ge' warmed up, I get mad. I mean .' keep thinking about Barbara and the gang and the good times we hat down at the roller-skating rink oi the dance palace or Jake's Spf with the juke box moaning a ho 1 - x Was there ever such a toboggar ride? live, and I think how a fellow woulc want a peach like Barbsie anc maybe she'll get tired of waiting foi me, so I yank out her snapshot the one in the bathing suit, and i' sort of reassures me. But I kinc of shiver for Barbsie and ge' madder still, because we can't rou; out those yellow babies down below us. They're holding up the wholt works. I grunt, disgusted. "Fine war," ) gripe, "when we can't shoot out t nest of yellow baboons. I'm gettin sick ofj this place, anyway; don" tike the air conditioning. I'd much prefer being a general. Makes mt burn to think of General Farwel Dver at the base. Why, they saj that bird has a superspecial trailei to live in, and he doesn't have tt park in no slimy foxhole, neither rhat trailer is bombproof and ha! running water." "What, Simpsie?" quips the kic next to me again. "No neon lights?' The fellows all laugh, especiallj this quiet guy in the corner wh roars fit to kill. But I'm still burn tag, so I think of Barbsie again ont now we used to go sledding will the gang down hills just like thi: Dne and the idea hits me smack ir the cranium. "Come on, wise guy," I ye'l ti my buddy, all excited-like. "Tea: 3own that canvas shelter half." The little quiet guy comes ovei then. "What are you men planning?' "Get back to barracks," I fling at him, spreading the canvas or the snow and sitting on it. The littU guy starts to sputter but my budd catches on quick and gives me i good swift push. Thanks, Barbsie, hold on tight here we go to glory or the grave! Was there ever such' a toboggar ride with the feel of the hanc grenade hard and sure, my hear: pounding against my ribs and mj mind clicking like a time bomb? Merrily down the slope I travel very fast and very close to the Japs aoles. Going by, I toss the grenade !or a perfect basket right in th( nonkeys' startled faces. Yeah, daffy war. Because nex: jay I have a date in that air-condi tioned trailer over at the base Seems the quiet guy in the cornet was Major General Farwell and he wanted to do a little coasting him self that night. He's a swell egg and my promotion is first-rate anc she shiny medal a little bit of O.K., too. Barbsie will like that and. gen ;rally speaking, I never thought I'c wind up speaking to the generall |