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... Of Soldiers & Cigarettes


Hollywood bombshell Rita Hayworth, a favorite wartime pinup queen, wears a cigarette well in this sultry pose from the postwar smash hit Gilda.


Cigarettes were one of the few pleasures that an American GI could avail themselves of no matter where they were. Crouching in the bottom of a wet foxhole. Sitting in the belly of a C-47 waiting to jump into the darkness. Riding in the back of a deuce-and-a-half to God-knows-where. There was nothing more relaxing than a cigarette during moments of respite before the return of battle.

In 1941, U. S. President Franklin D. Roosevelt had made tobacco a protected crop. Cigarettes, though, were included in GI C-rations, and tobacco companies sent millions of free "butts" to GIs, mostly the popular brands; the people on the home front had to make do with off-brands like Rameses or Pacayunes. Tobacco consumption was so fierce during the war that a shortage developed.

By the end of the war, cigarette sales were at an all-time high. In 1942, the American Tobacco Co. (ATC) responded to the dye shortage by changing the Lucky Strike package from green to white. Its slogan: "Lucky Strike Green Has Gone to War." The ad campaign coincided with the U.S. invasion of North Africa. Sales increased by 38%. A year later, Lucky Strike's green/gold pack turned all-white, with a red bull's eye. The war effort needed titanium, contained in Lucky's green ink, and bronze, contained in the gold.

ATC took this opportunity to change the color of the pack – hated by women because it invariably clashed with their dresses – to white. By war's end, cigarettes had become a currency throughout the ETO's black markets (along with chocolate and nylon stockings).

Once France had been liberated, the U.S. Army established a series of camps just outside of the harbor city of Le Havre. Each was named after a popular American cigarette of the period, primarily for security reasons: Lucky Strike, Old Gold, Philip Morris, Twenty Grand, and Chesterfield, among others. In 1944-45, the camps were essentially depots for new arrivals bound for the front lines bordering the West Wall (the "Siegfried Line").

These replacements were desperately needed to bring the American divisions being bloodied in places like the Hürtgen Forest, the Saar, and, later, the Bulge. After V-E day, they were transformed into way stations for men returning home. Like the cigarettes they were named after, they were a pleasant diversion from war no matter how short-lived, though the men who spent time there going in either direction certainly cursed them at the time.
2 posted on 09/26/2003 4:01:08 AM PDT by snippy_about_it (Fall in --> The FReeper Foxhole. America's History. America's Soul.)
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In their own words.




"We arrived in Lucky Strike early in January 1945. Mud, cold chow, and misery were the menu. One Sunday afternoon, soon after getting there, I was cutting something with my knife (a hunting knife I had purchased Stateside). It slipped and I cut my left thumb joint. It was bleeding, so I ran over to the medical tent they'd set up. A second lieutenant was on duty and he put two clamps on my cut. He began to sweat, so I asked him 'what's your problem?' 'You're my first patient,' he replied. I told him 'You'd better get used to it.'



We stayed at Lucky Strike for three or four days, then we marched out. On the way to the front we saw our first casualties. On April 15, 1945, we went crossed into Cologne, Germany in trucks, and then right outside of the city we got out. We marched for a while and put up for the night. The next morning we set out again and had not gone far when we saw a sign pointing back to Cologne (in German). It said "14 km." Right then we got pinned down by machine gun fire. I was shot right through the nose when I lifted my head to see where the gun was. (It was in the tower of a courthouse.) I jumped up to run to get to a house to take cover, but the gunner got me again. Through my right calf this time. So there was no more of that!

Earl L. Fort
97th Infantry Division, 387th Regiment
3rd Btn, I Co., 1st Plt., 2nd Sqd.
August 2001


"I was a member of the 11th Armored Division, which was deactivated, and I ended up finally in the Ohio Division. My number — 59, I think — came up for return to the U.S. in early January 1946. I do not recall the name of the cigarette camp that I shipped through, but Herbert Tareyton sounds familiar. At any rate, when we got to the camp and were assigned our tents, we were told that we had one scuttle of coal and the only available coal was at the USO club. Anyone caught stealing coal would be pulled from his normal shipment and no promise of when there would be a ship.

We soon ran out of coal, and drew straws to see who would be the unlucky one. Yep, I got the short one, so I took the scuttle, sneaked into the woods, and, using my infantry training and experience, carefully and quietly worked my way around to the USO facility. I knew there was no cover for the last 50 yards. When I got to the edge of the woods, there was a line — I had to stand in line to steal that coal!"

James Powers
August 2001


"I was assigned to Camp Pall Mall, in Etretat, France, from mid-May until mid-December 1945. I went overseas in early September 1944 with the 99th Infantry Division as a battalion I&R man. I was wounded on Dec. 19 when a "Bouncing Betty" mine blew up under me as I was trying to clear a path for my men to get out. I spent four months in a hospital in Bristol, England, and was returning to my unit when the war ended in Europe.

I was assigned to the the 16th Major Port, Le Havre, France, and then to Pall Mall. Pall Mall started out very small and our primary duty was to process our men who had been POWs. I was given a new MOS, 604, Clerk Typist, simply because I could type, and was given the job of Personnel Chief although I was only a PFC. Our cadre, to begin with, numbered in the twenties, but grew rapidly and when we closed Pall Mall in Dec. 1945 we numbered something over 300. It was an unusual organization — no T/O or T/E, no military protocol — we did our job well and headquarters left us alone.

That suited us fine, since 95% of the personnel were ex-combat veterans and many had been wounded, like myself. All we wanted was to do our job and wait for our points to come up so we could come home and be discharged. Pall Mall was the most pleasant of all my assignments in the service. Etretat was a small seaside resort with good weather and friendly natives. I would give Pall Mall a Five-Star rating!

William M. "Mac" Goldfinch, Jr.
99th Infantry Division
August 2001

3 posted on 09/26/2003 4:06:08 AM PDT by snippy_about_it (Fall in --> The FReeper Foxhole. America's History. America's Soul.)
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