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...station is under the direct command of energetic Bomber Chief General Ira Eaker. Reveille is sounded at 7 o'clock by Bugler Thomas Pomparelli from New York, who is waked up by a $1.98 alarm clock. Working day is from 8:30 to 5:30, seven days a week, with duties being the "same as at home" except for unmentionable preparations for the future. An hour and a half is taken up with a choice of baseball, tennis, swimming, volley ball, outdoor badminton and even croquet. Dinner is at 7, with few complaints, as Americans are on double British...
...which will lose nearly $2,000,000 in taxes (mostly from pari-mutuel handle); the track's restaurant concessionaire, who last week removed $80,000 worth of liquor, canned goods and other provisions, 4,300 track employes, including pari-mutuel clerks, veterinarians, Pinkertons, parking attendants, waiters and the bugler who toots the horses to the post...
...speaker was finished, and the last wreath had been placed on the tomb of the newer Unknown Soldier. The bugler was sounding taps as Vag, shivering a bit from the damp which had penetrated his light reversible, left the enlarged Arlington National Cemetery. Outside it all seemed so unreal--Vag wondered if he had had a vision of the future or a nightmare of the past...
...routine of camp life was very simple. The notes of reveilles, or technically speaking, of "first call", blasted the night air at 5:40, but not the notes of a bugle. The Army has gone modern. The sergeant whose job it was to serve as bugler simply turned over in bed and started a phonograph which played the bugle calls over a public address system. The phonograph also had a large collection of popular songs, and it was not an unusual occurrence a few seconds after reveille for the stirring military notes of "The Booglie Wooglie Piggy" to sound forth...
...show began. Warning was given of a squadron of dive bombers-lean, bat-winged Junkers 87B, the first to appear against the British in the Mediterranean-streaking in from the north at 18,000 feet. In an instant the Illustrious was achurn. Over the loudspeaker system brassed the marine bugler's warning, the boatswain's call: "All hands to action stations." Gun crews jumped to their pompoms. Pilots raced for their planes. Down the deck roared the first flight of Fairey Fulmar fighters, bouncing up into the sky. Behind them the rest stood ready, propellers ticking over...