In 1940 a 20-year-old, six-foot-three-inch youngster who had been writing "mood music" in Hollywood slipped across the U.S.-Canadian border. To a Canadian colonel he said: "I am tired of seeing these other fellers push you guys around," forthwith enlisted.
Before he turned up in New Guinea a few months ago Francis P. O'Connell had: 1) been discharged from the Canadian Army with a leg full of Nazi bomb splinters; 2) enlisted in the U.S. Air Forces;
3) been sent to the Southwest Pacific;
4) established himself with his fellows as one of the first poets the war has produced.
Connecticut-born Sergeant O'Connell writes his verse...
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