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14 November 1941

14 November 1941

Dear Folks:

I have only a little while in which to compose a letter and so many new things have taken place that don’t know whether I can get it all in properly.

Probably the first thing was our Armistice Day affair.  On the program was a sham battle and firings of guns and many other things.  There were thousands of visitors and I believe many of them were really thrilled to see the sham battle including airplanes, machine guns, smoke screens and all the rest.  Also people were driven around in our little jeep, moms riding over bumps holding on to their bonnets and dads grinning big as pie.  Thousands of ‘civies’ and soldiers were jammed into the bowl to see and hear the commander and chaplain deliver an address.

Today was “gassed”. Not literally but given enough of a demonstration to impress upon us the need of speed and the efficiency of our gas masks.  We were taken into a gas chamber twice in which there was a heavy concentration of tear gas.  The first time we entered had on our mask but the next time ran in without the masks, then hurriedly and perhaps frantically, put them on.  Most of us were crying and felt hot irritations similar to the feeling of soap in one’s eyes.  Of course the effect wore off immediately.  Also were later given smells by means of bombs, of chlorine, Luvs cite, Adams cite, and phosgene.  Very interesting.  Also walked into a very heavy smokescreen so thick in fact we practically had to hold hands to keep together.

Now comes the big event and accounting for the hurriedness of this letter.  I’m leaving for San Diego tonight and will arrive there Saturday at ten, so will have quite a visit with Gram.  By the time you get this I will be back in camp.   You don’t think I’ve gained (weight).  Well I weighed 127 ¼ at Cheyenne and now am over 140, quite a good gain.

Proud to see Dan in the football picture.  Our Thanksgiving is next Thursday the 20th.  About the package, I’ve told you most what I want already but can always use sundry toilet articles such as only Moms can think of.  I feel I’ve slighted you in this letter but I’ll write after I get back from San Diego.

All my love,

Harold Moss Signature
9 November 1941

9 November 1941

Dear Folks:

Just returned from church services so have some time before dinner to write to you.  The service was a general one and open to all denominations.  Haven’t found out anything about Episcopal services.  The chapel is quite built with simplicity but dignity, and cost the government twenty five thousand.  Overhead in the back is a balcony and a Hammond electric organ that costs plenty.  Also the regiment has an orchestra that is really good.  The church was well filled and there were a few visitors and fellows with their girlfriends.

Last Friday took quite a little trip and saw a little more of California.  A convoy of thirty trucks went to Taft, in the oil fields, to get cargoes of black top used to surface our drill area.  As the place is one hundred two miles from here rode most of the time.  But got to see some of the big oil fields, and get a glimpse of something outside an army post.  The longer I’m here in camp around so many fellows the more it seems that everything and everyone is military.  It just seems there isn’t enough people to make up a civilian population.

Yesterday went thru the long nervous ordeal of inspection.  About eight officers came thru and all of us acted like we had pokers up our backs and rocks in our mouths.  An officer asked a fellow if he shaved the nite before and the poor private answered ‘no’, and the officer retorted ‘no what’, and the private said ‘no blades’.  The officer was demanding a ‘sir’ and not this unexpected reply.  Our platoon didn’t get first but our battery kept the sign.

Last nite and afternoon did nothing in particular, mostly reading.  However did locate Berg after quite a search.  He is in the other end of the camp in the infantry.  He is coming over this afternoon for a visit.

Wish it was possible for you to be here next Tuesday Armistice Day.  Visitors will be given a big show and will eat with us in the mess halls.  Also our big coliseum is being dedicated and the field artillery gunners are going to fire the 75’s.

Next week will have all day Saturday off so hope I can hitchhike to San Diego to see Grandma.  Couldn’t make it this week.  Train service, because of the hills is terribly slow.  It takes nine hours to Los Angeles only 200 miles from here.  Want to see the Golden Gate in San Francisco sometime before I leave too.

After my radio training, I will be assigned to a tactical combat unit which will be my permanent post.  You see, here all of us are trained to set up radio equipment and do not act as a fighter but upon our transfer will become part of a unit that operates exactly as it will in wartime.  Boy it does seem like we are getting closer to it all the time.  The officers and candre continually impress on us the means of protection to ourselves in case we go into the field.  Radiomen operate sometimes near and sometimes far from the front.  Some of the last batch of trainees were sent to Alaska.  We just as well forget all about that though if we can.

Last week got another shot in the arm (tetanus) and those kids really hit a guy.  It lasted only a couple of hours though.  By the way when I was waiting for the shot I weighed myself and weighed one hundred forty.  I had on my pants and shoes but even at that, I’m doing pretty good—and I’m really getting a tan too.  The days are very warm but as soon as the sun goes down it cools off quickly.  Last Friday going to the oil fields it was very hot and had my shirt off most of the time.  It is hard to imagine that it is almost the middle of November.  The grass around our orderly room to mess hall is getting very green and pretty.  Also we are setting out small trees and shrubs.

Haven’t heard from Kate for some time and I’m sure it is she that owes the letter.  Suppose she will write soon.

I’m thinking or trying to think what to tell you to put in the box and will write you about it.    I know one thing right now and that is cookies and homemade candy.

Well better quit now but hope all of you are getting on okay.

All my love,

Harold Moss Signature

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