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RangerJoe -> RE: Rookie II - Saving MacArthur (1/27/2019 6:43:50 PM)
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Here is a site with cartoons from that era:
http://ww2cartoons.org/
Then there are these:
http://ww2cartoons.org/march-1942-americans-in-australia/
Here is what a person posted on this page http://ww2cartoons.org/dec-1941-u-s-declares-war/:
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My late father – George Watson – served in the Royal Navy on small US-built lease-lend aircraft carriers. Really only converted merchant ships and not ideal as warships especially in the wild conditions of winter convoys to Artic Russia but vital to protect Allied convoys from U-boat attacks.
Dad was in the United States a number of times during the War, including a period of several months while they were commissioning a ship in Norfolk, Virginia. He always had very fond memories of the friendship and hospitality he and his shipmates received from people in America, especially when they worked on local farms near Raleigh in North Carolina to bring in the crops – sugar cane I think.
One story he told me sums it up pretty well. One snowy winter’s day in 1943, he and a pal were on shore leave in New York when they came across some kids tobogganing on the pavement. They persuaded the kids to let them have a go but hurtled on to to a busy traffic intersection bringing the cars to a sudden halt. Picking themselves up they found a burly Irish-American cop standing over them who sternly asked who they were and what they thought they were doing.
On hearing they were British sailors, the cop gruffly told them that they had to accompany him to the Police Precinct. By now a bit alarmed the two young sailors (only 20 years old) were worried how they could explain being arrested to their ship’s Captain.
At the Precinct, the cop took them up to the desk sergeant and explained what had happened, finishing by saying he was going to take them into Room 22. The sergeant looked at the culprits severely and said “I’ll come with you in case there’s any trouble.”
With a flourish the sergeant threw open the door of Room 22 which turned out to be the precinct social club where a number of off-duty cops were enjoying a beer at the bar.
Several hours later two, by now rather drunk, sailors who had not been allowed to put their hands in their pockets to buy a drink for their hosts were delivered in a squad car back to their ship with the best wishes of the NYPD.
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