Paul spent his first Christmas overseas in 1943.
Christmas Day – 1943 – IN ASSAM!
It’s again Christmas Day – that exciting day which, for children, approaches too slowly. But this year it is but another day to me. Here in the jungle of Assam the weather is sultry and hot – men are walking around and working in shorts…and sweating – the jungle noises are a steady drone – and to top this off – I am on duty! So for me it is as I already said – just another day. Then too I have received no Xmas presents as yet – in fact I have received but eight letters in the past two months.
Christmas Eve the following year (1944, at Tingkawk Sakan in central Burma with its “4000-foot gravel runway surrounded by 200-foot tall teak trees”) was a bit more rowdy.
Last year at this time, I was in Teok, Assam, and not in the Burma jungle. Smitty (my roommate) and I decided to throw a flight party. We had three cases of beer saved and three quarts of gin. We invited our 10 flight members in and started drinking and shooting the breeze. One by one, others arrived – most with more “spirits.” Soon, everyone was whoppin’ drunk. Along about 11 o’clock, Smitty, who hails from Texas, declared, “I wanna fight and I don’t care who.” and commenced swinging. At first, we all got a big kick out of it – ‘till he finally connected on “Nipper” Weston’s jaw – and a Connecticut Yankee. That did it!! Soon, everyone was swinging on everyone else. Booze was spilled all over, table was smashed, and the side of my tent torn out. Boy, what a mess. Oh yes – Merry Xmas!





