Mail Call For All A.A.’s In The Armed Forces

When the idea of bringing out a New  York  Metropolitan A.A. paper was conceived, one of the first thoughts was that it might prove particularly helpful to our members in the Service. If anyone doubts what such a paper
can mean to these men, here, we think, is the answer. Corporal Hugh B., now in England, had no knowledge of our project when he wrote one of us recently: “Your letter of ten days ago was much appreciated and was one of, if not the, most newsy A.A. letters I have received. Certainly was interesting to hear about the boys and gals all over the world. Made me think that we should have a monthly publication.—Think it over!”
The records kept by our Central Office show approximately 300 A.A. members now in Service, with some 40 coming from the New York area and belonging to various Metropolitan Groups. These figures, due to constant changes, are probably not complete. Of the New York crowd, the files indicate 26 are in the Army, 9 in the Navy, and 5 scattered between the Merchant Marine and other auxiliary services. Eleven are known to be commissioned officers and the remainder are serving in the ranks. These men, and in a few cases, women, are as a rule cut off rather abruptly from any direct contacts with the Groups and are often subject to disturbing new influences and unusual temptations to take that fatal first drink. They, it would seem, face a harder battle in their recovery than most of us, benefiting, as many of us do, from almost daily association with our fellow members. Yet frequently they come through unscathed! We would like to give you a few examples of their clear thinking along A.A. principles:

I’ve earned my breaks.— I should hate to have anything happen to me now before I have a chance to do something, however small, worth-while with my life.”(This man had worried about not getting the spiritual side of the program. Ed.)

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THE WORDS OF A DANGLING MAN

“Off Again, On Again Finnegan” has a new lot of loyal rooters: the “You’re In—You’re Out” selective service inductees, aged twenty-six to thirty-eight. For the past six months, on alternate Tuesdays, the Home Editions of the paper you read had us in the Army or Navy “within a month”, but by Seven Star Final time, one of the two Washington authorities (the one who
hadn’t had a press interview earlier in the day) was quoted as saying that men over twenty-six would probably not be called “until later in the year.” And so it goes, and so we go—crazy!
But wait: Easy Does It. How thankful I’ve been for having that little “punch-line” pounding into my daily living. To me, that’s the first “first step.” It keeps me from jumping at conclusions, making snap judgments, becoming excited or irritated over the way things “seem” to be. It cautions me to cut my pace, mentally, and make certain things are as they may seem.
It permits, above all, the serenity that comes, with reflection, as I repeat the process of turning my will and my life over to the care of My Higher Power.
Does that sound simple? Or do you think I’m putting down one little word after another here because that’s what our program tells me I should do? Well, I’ll tell you,if, twelve months ago, I had been riding the Selective Service Merry–go–round (without A.A.) two things would have happened: (1) My wife would have been relieved at the prospect of my being in service, preferably in Timbuctoo (if that’s at the other end of the world); and (2) I would have been a rip-roaring, hell-bent–for–another–drink, psychoneurotic alcoholic. Today, I’m sober and not in service.
Tomorrow, I may be in service, I don’t know. But I do know that tomorrow I’ll be sober, through the Grace of God and Alcoholics Anonymous.

David R.