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TAMARA WAS SEVENTEEN
This is a girl whom you'll be proud to know. Her story is told you now —
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AS I looked back upon the mo** mentous events of this war there is one thought that stands out vividly in my mind: We in America have been saved from the horror of falling bombs only because others in Europe and in Asia have suffered and fought valiantly, offering their lives that the entire world may be free.
Who can deny that today the people of Russia deserve a very special place in our hearts? For it is the Russian people who have broken the Nazi myth of invincibility.
Just think if you were Tamara Kalnina, the seventeen-year-old Russian girl who saved fifteen Red Army men, when an ambulance was bombed and set on fire. The ambulance driver was killed, but Tamara entered the burning ambulance fifteen times, bringing out a wounded man each time. Then, exhausted and covered with burns herself, she crawled to a field hospital for help. What if there she had found no tannic acid to treat her burns nor sulfa drugs to heal the wounded men so that they could return again to fight?
She does not ask for it— but Russia's Tamara needs our help. She needs the precious serums, the pain-killing drugs, the wonder-working vaccines and surgical instruments that can come only from America. It is these desperately needed medical supplies that Russian War Relief is sending— and seeds, too, to replant the earth, and concentrated food, warm clothing and milk for Russia's children — Tamara's sisters and brothers.
Let us give them some tangible evidence of our sympathy. By helping our Russian allies we are saving the lives of our own people — and we are hastening the ultimate victory!
HOW THEY LOVED HER AND HOW PROUD OF THEIR LOVE THEY WERE -THE NINE MEN OF THE FLYING FORTRESS CALLED 'MARY ANN'. . .
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MAY. 1943