August 1945 – November 1945
The island is secured and fighting ends. We watch a movie from a hillside seat. Word comes that the war is over. Traces of shells paint the sky. Machine guns make sounds like giant rattlesnakes and the world around us becomes a gigantic Fourth of July. But quietly, and most importantly, we now know that we will never have to endure another time of bloodshed and death that would come with the planned invasion of Japan.
Now I am in a tent waiting for the day I will board a boat and sail for the USA. Forecasts of typhoons delay my departure three times. In October 1945, I am enroute by ship to the States.-Harold Moss