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The Commando Ajax Ontario November 20, 1942 Volume 1 No. 7 OFFICIAL ORGAN OF THE CITIZENS' COMMITTEE OF THE COMMUNITY OF AJAX (Column 1) Let’s Get Acquainted (Picture 1) Mary Clemett of Line No. 2 likes tennis in summer and skating in winter. She has been here since December, 1941, and lives in Residence 721. She hails from Oshawa. (Picture 2) This is R. W. (Scotty) McAlpine. Superintendent of Line No. 3, who modestly admits to being the father of "the finest lad in Canada." (Picture 3) Line No. 3's Peggy Martinson is one of four sisters working in Ajax. Peggy is married, is 22. and is fond of dancing. Her husband is overseas with the 17th Forestry Corps. (Picture 4) Here's a well-known lad around the Works. It's Cliff Lynde, Mail Messenger. Sixteen year old Cliff is fond of hunting. His home is in Myrtle Station. (Middle Picture) Attack! With turret awash, the formidable British battleship, the H.M.S. "Duke of York," fires a salvo from her big guns. ... and now it's attack! "We have now reached the fourth year of this war and the defence phase has now ended. The stage is set for the last, the offensive phase." In these prophetic words, Jan Christiaan Smuts, Field Marshall and Prime Minister of the Union of South Africa, before an unprecedented meeting of the House of Lords and the House of Commons in London last month heralded the offensive which, at long last, has been unleashed by the United Nations on the enemy. Today, history is being re-written in the Mediterranean. Before the triumphant British Eighth Army, the shattered remnants of Rommel's vaunted Afrika Korps are in full flight and the Americans have overrun Algeria and are advancing towards Tunisia. For the first time, a great Victory has been won. We have waited for it for a long time. For three long, weary, punishing years we have waited; three years of disappointments, disasters, near despair, as we watched the seeming invincible cohorts of a blood lusting enemy desecrate and plunder half the civilized world; as we saw the full fury of his hate in the wanton butchery and violation of thousands of defenceless peoples and cities. But those were the years of "too little and too late." Things are different now. What was a group of unorganized, unprepared peoples more versed in the ways of peace than in the savagery of war has become a mighty, vengeful aggregation—the well-armed, battle-proven United Nations. It took time —the three years were needed—to accomplish the transition. We here know something of what was done—had to be done— in that time. We had a part in that transition; we made a contribution to last week's Victory. Just as a battle doesn't make a war, however, one Victory doesn't win it. We cannot relax our efforts even for a moment. The man in uniform doesn't; it's his job to press every advantage until the last battle is fought and the last victory is won. Ours is to help him do it. Winston Churchill is quoted as having said, ". . . this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end—but it is perhaps the end of the beginning." Let us all, therefore, rededicate ourselves anew to the cause of Victory — complete, final Victory. (Right Picture) Prelude to Invasion: The 15-inch. guns of a British battleship firing during the bombardment of Fort Capuzzo and Bardia. Another warship can be seen firing in the background. Keep ’em Firing MATERIAL APPEARING IN THIS PUBLICATION MUST NOT BE REPRINTED WITHOUT PERMISSION