The sun. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1937-1972, December 17, 1943, Image 14

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“USE IT UP" THE NEWBERRY SUN FRIDAY, DECEMBER 17, 1943 z $ z 9 1 I A * * z After the close of business on December 31, 1942, a 1 per d Penalty % will be added to all unpaid 1943 State and County taxes. I I I •!* z J. RAY DAWKINS COUNTY TREASURER | X CHINESE SOLDIER SHOWS RE SULT OF YANK TRAINING Burma, Nov. 30.—In this swampy, fever-ridden territory, American- trained Chinese troops, driving 1 the Japanese before them as they hack out a new Burma road, are wiping out for all time the myth that they cannot fight a modem war. The Japanese commander who a month ago told natives “when -the Chinese come we will brush them off like flies” today must be eating his words as his casualties mount and his forces lose ground. At Ningbyed, the Japanese, sur rounded by a numerically inferior Chinese force blocking vital enemy shipping on the Turong river, plast ered the Chinese position for three days with heavy mortar fire and then attacked. Instead of a breach in the Chinese position, the enemy walked into a trap hidden in a dense banana grove. A Chinese first lieutenant, holding up a Nipponese flag after the as sault, sad: “Each of my men tossed one gre nade at the enemy and then we let him have it with machine guns right through the foilage.” The Chinese soldier, who for six years had to cower in his trenches while Japanese planes bombed and strafed him without opposition, to day has immeasurable confidence in the American air force behind him. When American fighters come humming in formation through the blue Burma sky above him, swoop ing down to strafe and bomb the enemy across the Tarung river, he grins and holds up his thumb and says: “Very good. Give them a little more.” The Chinese soldier treats his new American rifle like a tender, newborn baby. Last night at dusk, I was hurry ing down a soggy, jungle trail on this front with a Chinese messen ger. When the rain began to patter down on the leaves, he quickly slipped off his cape and wrapped it around his tiny American tommy gun. “What if we run into an enemy patrol?” I asked. He replied with a shrug: “Then I will unwrap the gun. Don’t wor ry.” These stocky Chinese soldiers are not winning the battle in this sec tor without casualties but when the enemy has counter-attacked he too, has suffered heavy losses. A 24-year old boy from Hunan ince, who was ambushed by the Japanese and bayoneted four times through his chest, dragged himself two miles to ramp after regaining consciousness. That evening the surgeon at the Dr. Gordon S. Sea- grave hospital unit here at the front offered to bet the man would die be fore morning but 4 days later the Chinese still was alive and improv ing.