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Toward the end of last summer Brigadier General Holland McTyeire ("Howlin' Mad") Smith of the Marines, an impatient man in any weather, almost came to a boil. Chunky General Smith wanted to take his First Brigade of Marines for needed training in the outposts of the Caribbean, where they might later see action. Yet somebody in Washington demurred. Reason: there was no housing for troops near Guantanamo, on the southeast coast of Cuba, where General Smith proposed to set up training headquarters...
...Howlin' Mad finally went to Washington to see his boss, chunky Major General Holcomb, commandant of the Corps. Tommy Holcomb heard General Smith's lava-like flow of words, told him to go ahead. Last October, the First Brigade, 3,000 strong, heaved its seabags aboard the transport Barnett at Norfolk and shoved off. Last week the last units of the outfit came back. It was now the First Division, U.S.M.C., more than 8,000 strong, and Howlin' Mad, ruddier than ever, had the two stars of a major general on his shoulder straps. He also...
...Howlin' Mad worked his men from 5:30 a.m. to 6 p.m., seven days a week. No hands were excused from work. They cleared 500 acres, cleaned out underbrush at the rate of an acre every 20 minutes. When building began, smart Marine sergeants discovered a construction genius in the uniform of a private, first-class. He was put in charge, bossed sergeants along with the rest. Said Howlin' Mad of this uncanonical procedure: "He just had a hell of a knack for building things." Prize building achievement was a mess hall. The first concrete was poured...
...time the outfit was ready for its next dash into the Caribbean, it reached farther east, did the same job better. Back in Guantanamo it practiced with the new amphibian tank (one on hand, 200 on order), at last got time to get acquainted with itself. Howlin' Mad, detesting the tawdry fleshpots of Guantanamo, made camp life as comfortable as possible, even let his soldiers take beer from the post exchange to their tents to make things cozy...