Henry Gorrell - Christmas Greetings

This week, Christmas greeting. This is United Press correspondent Henry Garell, somewhere on the western front, wishing you a merry Christmas and a happy new year, on behalf of the soldiers of the press, the world over.

This is a time of the year, even on battle fronts, when our thoughts turn momentarily to those who are far away from us. Thoughts that are prevalent especially on a battlefield, where a man gets to know the values of life.

Well, as a Christmas present to you from the soldiers of the press, I'd like to tell you a story. A Christmas story, which typifies the comoraderie of the fighting yank on the world battlefronts. We can't say it happened factually, but we can say it happened and is happening can say it happened and is happening spiritually, most every day.

This holiday season, on every battlefront where our boys are fighting. The scene opens on a dark night. I found this confounded infernal snow by heaven. I told you, General, you shouldn't have come out here.

What do you mean? You shouldn't have come out here. Listen, Garell, I'm the general of this army. Confounded? It's Christmastime. I know, sir, but the men won't like it when they see you exposing yourself like this.

Huh? How are they going to know it's me? I've got an old campaign quote on, no insignia. Say, uh, you won't give me away with you, Garell. At Christmastime, sir? Of course not. Now, sir, stop saying, sir!

Yes, I mean yes well come on, we're heading for that front lying foxhole over there. Right behind you sir. Keep down a looser. But the love of that great pink tote profit stops ain't sure.