The screen writer (June 1946-May 1947)

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KISKA JOURNAL most of the Army doesn’t, and you’ll have to mend your ways or else . ” Now, obviously, under the circumstances, I could have pre¬ ferred charges against him, but it would have availed nothing, and would certainly have interfered with the efficiency of this organi¬ zation. I could not do that — even though I suspected that his attitude was not entirely individual. I had had trouble with Lt. K . from the beginning. His manner was insolent and has continued to be and all my efforts to take him into camp have been fruitless. This is not all. A Navy commander, out of his deep hurt that the Japanese war is a B one, told me at coffee the other morning that it is the Jews who are forcing us to fight Hitler and the Ger¬ mans, people with whom, he asserts, we could get on well. Noticing apparently the funny look on my face, he asked if I were a Jew, and when I nodded, he got up from the table, said that he had no inten¬ tion of taking back his remark, and left .... This is still not all. On board is a Maj. C . He’s young, good-looking, snotty. His attitude has been cold and overbearing and only our sameness of rank prevents him from inflicting details on me and my unit. I was told today by young Lt. R , who has been catching hell from G , that he said “Forget Spigelgass. He’s a dirty Jew bastard.’’ This is still not all. Lt. Q , who heads one of the other units presumably under my control and whom I sent out to cover a practice cruise, called me here the day the ship sailed to demand back one of his men and cameras, both of which I had taken because I felt the efficiency of the operation called for it. On his side is the fact that Col. T . never issued the proper orders to these units explaining my position but, nevertheless, it should be clear to Q that I’m considered the boss by the General here. But that didn’t matter. He was absurdly cocky on the phone, and I had to go Gl and tell him off. Perhaps I have been wrong to assume that you can handle people the way you do in civilian life — as partners in a job, the importance of which should be obvious. It is not — to Q or to A or to G . They are amateurs, who have power over men 3