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SPAIN 15 constitutes a kind of spoken diary of the early part of the Spanish Civil War. I reproduce some parts of it here to give readers a sense of the Revolution as seen by a mobile radio correspondent. Hendaye, July 30, 1936 I am speaking to you from the French town of Hendaye, in the foothills of the Pyrenees within one mile of the Spanish border. Within the last two days I have made two trips into Spain, one cover- ing territory occupied by Government forces and one into that part of the country which is controlled by the Rebels. But the fact that a neutral can shift from one side to the other does not mean that this is a comic opera revolution. It is on the contrary very bitter and very bloody. A curious fact is that the Rebels have better discipline, better organization and better equipment than those men who are fighting for the established Government. Why? Because the Rebels are led and controlled by the army officers and the aristocrats, aided by the position and discipline of the Catholic Church. The uniformed Rebels sling their excellent guns from straps and know how to handle them. The nondescript Government forces — at least those around San Sebastian — sling their nondescript guns from improvised ropes and when they point them at you, you have the definite feeling that they may go off accidentally. At the Rebel frontier, the guards were all in uniform, the motor cars were marked in red and gold Carlist-Monarchist flags, and as you saw the troops you sensed that they were led by competent au- thoritative officers. At the Government frontier, the few uniformed guards had nothing to say. Admission was controlled by a civilian committee from the Communist and labor unions. Their only identification was a bit of red rag pinned to their arms. The Government motor car that car- ried me into Spain through Irun and Fuenterrabia was smeared on all four sides with the Communist hammer and sickle emblem and the initials of the radical Syndicalist and labor unions. "Are you all Communists?" I asked the man who served both as my guard and guide. I pointed to the Soviet hammer and sickle em- blem on the windshield. "No," he replied. "In Spain that sign only means anti-Fascist."