In one of my letters home, I said I thought the main reason for publishing a Pacific edition of Stars and Stripes was to provide us with something to use in the latrine – and I wasn’t talking about reading.
Generally speaking, the Air Force did a pretty good job of providing for our needs - with one significant exception. We never had enough toilet paper.
We could never trust that when nature called, there would be any available.
More often than not, one roll had to serve all five holes and it would get tossed back and forth like a football.
This predicament was apparently amusing to those whose own supply of Scottisue was, let’s say, bottomless. It even became a topic of conversation in the women’s coat department at Woodward & Lothrop Department Store in Washington, where my Aunt Helen was a salesperson.
One of her customers was married to the manager of the Willard Hotel, who related the story to one of the paper peddlers who called on him – and he to his regional manager.
And so, a month or so later – possibly February 1952 – the mail plane delivered to me a case (100 rolls) of premium butt wipe – and suddenly I was the most popular Airman in the Far East Command.
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