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7 September 1944

7 September 1944

Dear Folks:

Now if I had a cigar I would be enjoying a truly pleasant summer evening.  Beside me I have two cans of Regal Pale Beer, and their presence probably makes this the biggest day since D-Day. It was our first issue and consisted of three cans to last four days.  It was the first I have seen or smelled in four and a half months.  After each few lines I smack my lips like a well fed dog and sit back in great satisfaction.  But this wasn’t all that made today memorable.  Most of this business affords little cause for celebration but occasionally something comes along to make things seem brighter and build you up for a while longer.  For the past three weeks our mail had, for some reason, been held up and we had nary a single communiqué from the home front, and yesterday it came rushing in.  My own take was twelve although my stable mate who is married with a child rated forty-six of them.  Among them was a letter from Mrs. Dick, one from Mark Gardner (whom I went to school with in Lincoln), Glen, Bill, Gram, and Kate along with three from you two.  The one from Mrs. Dick was especially well written and her last paragraph was a treasure.  I wish I could quote it to you.  She wanted me to tell you that I had received it, so whenever you get down that way, give her the word.  (At this point I open my second can of beer).

Yesterday I finally got around to packing the souvenirs and getting them sent.  First each item had to be stamped by the Joint Intelligence then the box had to be passed by the local censor.  You will probably wonder what is coming off when you get it.  It’s a big box and is pretty heavy.  In it is a Jap sword which is a highly prized souvenir and commands quite a price.  Other items are a belt on which the sword is worn, a Jap battle flag, and a bayonet with scabbard and belt.  I was with Dick when he found the sword and the other items he got himself.  I sent it yesterday the 6th of August (I think he meant September)  and insured it for $150.  Dick was especially anxious that I got them sent okeh.

I felt quite honored at the compliments about my descriptive letter about Saipan.  The fellows in the office told me about the same thing that you wrote and when I was writing it wondered what in the heck I was putting in it and what was there to write about.  I let Dick read part of it and he said ‘Gee whiz you writin’ all that?’ and then he shook his head quite characteristically.

The paper enclosed is a mainland issue of the Dispatch as you can see – I thought you might be interested.  A few points that aren’t often written about that the folks back home wonder about.  Yesterday I was quite domestic – ran off a batch of laundry and ruined the King’s English saying this was a woman’s job.  Hung it up to dry later and then it rained and soaked them good.  I should of got married when I was at home.  I read the little article about the veterans plan at the University and want to take advantage of it if I’m not ‘retained’ too long.  But then I have a lot of ideas as to what I’m going to do when this is over, among others – getting married, seeing some more of the world, a job, and the highest priority right now, getting back to school.  I’d work like a son-of-a-gun at it if I could get back.  No more fooling around.  Well it’s getting late sunset (the prettiest I’ve seen) and the electricity ain’t so I’ve got to put the cover on this thing and take a bath.  I had intended to write more tonight but it’s just getting too dark to see so here’s adios for this time.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
Attached with the Letter: An article from the Saipan Post Dispatch, August 10, 1944

THE SAIPAN POST DISPATCHA Newspaper for Enlisted Men

Published by Army Garrison Force

Vol. I   No. 41   (Mainland Issue)     Saipan, M.I.        Thursday, August 10,1944

EDITOR:  This issue of the Saipan Post Dispatch has been prepared for the folks at home.  Today’s issue contains in capsule from an historical resume of the Marianas.  Certain portions of the masthead have been deleted to meet censorship requirements; subsequently daily issues of this paper are not to be mailed until further notice.

SAIPAN:  The Marianas, of which Saipan was the capital, form a chain of 14 islands and one group of three small islands.  All are of volcanic origin.  They constitute together with the Marshall, Caroline and Gilbert Islands, the insular area of the Pacific known as Micronesia.  The four principal islands of the Marianas are Saipan, Guam, Tinian and Rota.  It is believed that the Marianas were originally people by the migration wave from Indonesia which settled in the rest of Micronesia, namely the Caroline, Marshall and Gilbert Islands.  There are many resemblances between the Micronesians and the Polynesians.  The latter settled in the remoter parts of the Pacific and differ in language and culture.  In the Marianas, the Chamorros, of all the various Micronesian peoples, strongly resemble in physique, culture and language, the inhabitants of the Philippines and the Dutch West Indies.

In December 1520, Magellan with three ships sailed into the Pacific, and on March 6, 1521 discovered the islands of Guam, Rota, Saipan and Tinian.  Eltano, Magellan’s subaltern, revisited Rota in 1524.  The Spanish explorer, Leaisa, reached Guam in 1526.  Admiral Logaspi landed on Saipan in 1564 and proclaimed sovereignty over the Marianas.   Quiros, another Spanish explorer, reached Saipan in 1596.  In 1668, Spain dispatched soldiers and missionaries to bring the Marianas under Spanish Control.  The islands were then named the Marianas in honor of Queen Maria Ana, widow of Philip IV of Spain, by the Jesuit missionary, Diego Luis de Sanvitores, who arrived in Guam from the Philippines.  The Spaniards ruled until 1898 when the American cruise ship Charleston, commanded by Captain Henry Glass, steamed into the harbor at Guam and opened fire upon Fort Santa Cruz.  Through its capture, Guam was separated from the rest of the Marianas.  In 1899, the Germans purchased the Marianas from the Spanish for $4,500,000 and ruled them, Guam accepted, until 1914.  In October 1914, a Japanese naval squadron took possession of the German Marianas Islands.  The principal objective of the Spanish administration was religious proselytism; the Germans wanted commercial expansion; the primary ends of Japanese policy were political and military.  Great Britain by secret agreement in March 1917, recognized the claims of Japan to all former German possessions in the Pacific north of the equator.  The approval of Franco and Russia was obtained by Japan.  At Versailles, American pressure was appeased by the origin of the Class C Mandate which differed from outright annexation only by imposing on the mandatory power a number of obligations.  The Marianas attracted little attention until 1932 when rumors gained currency that Japan was fortifying Truk and several other islands.  Japan denied this and when she withdrew from the League of Nations in March 1935, most American jurists opined that she should forfeit her mandate and the islands revert to the League.  Japan, however, kept the mandated territory, defining it as “an integral part of the Japanese empire.”  After 1938, when Japan discontinued the submission of an annual report to the League, all pretense of international supervision vanished, and the islands were increasingly treated as a closed military area.

The native Chamorros at one time were skilled navigators and canoe builders; when into-island commerce was suppressed by the Spaniards, the Chamorros lost their skill and never regained it.  The Carolinians were expert navigators and when they were allowed to settle on Saipan during the nineteenth century, the Spanish government, which had practically no means of transportation at its disposal, stipulated that the Carolinian settlers should make an annual voyage to Guam via Tinian carrying the produce of the region.

Saipan was colonized by Captain Brown, an American, between 1810 and 1815.  Brown brought along several Americans and a few families of Hawaiians intending to set up a colony to trade with the whalers.  Spaniards snuffed out this enterprise in 1815.  Whalers visited the Marianas from 1825 until 1850, but their appearance had little effect upon the economy of the Marianas.  In 1869, an Irishman named Johnson leased Tinian and did a prolific business in cattle and pigs until 1875.

The native Chamorros who numbered between 70,000 and 100,000 in the 1650 period have decreased through war, famine and disease to a little over 5,000 in the entire Marianas today.  An infusion of Filipino and Spanish blood helped to save the Chamorros from extermination.  Even the mixed group, which is now dominant, when added to the full-blooded Chamorro population does not exceed the 5,000 total.  The trend created by the Spanish conquest virtually depopulated the natives of the Marianas.  Severe epidemics of smallpox, measles, whooping cough, and scarlet fever, introduced mainly by visiting whalers, ran rampant through the Marianas and served to offset the natural population increase.

SAIPAN SHORTS:

….Tinian has been conquered.  The expected banzai never developed.

.…The first motion picture show for American Troops on Tinian was held July 31st.  Several thousand yards forward death stalked friend and foe.

.…The superman halo attached to the hips in the early days has disappeared.  The burial of over 22,000 Japanese soldiers on Saipan brought home to Tokyo factual evidence of American power in the Pacific.  The fanatic fight of the Japs to sudden death makes the war in the Pacific one of the bloodiest in the annals of American history.  On Saipan, American casualties were over 15,000.

….Over 50 movie spots are operated on Saipan; some daily, others periodically.  The Garrison Theater has a potential capacity of 7,500 two-high sandbag seats facing a raised screen in front of which is a regulation boxing area.  This arena when completed will feature boxing bouts between Army, Navy and Marine pugilists.  It will also be used by chaplains for religious services.  Temporary staging will be added when “live” shows arrive on Saipan.  The island will be dotted with theaters constructed similarly.

….The 100-minute rainfall last night failed to dislodge 5,500 Garrisoin Theater patrons.  It seems that nothing short of an earthquake will discourage the crowds that attend the outdoor movies every night.

…..Chamorron, Korean and Japanese youths between the ages of 8 and 15 are given calisthenics daily.

..…A Jesuit missionary and 6 nuns escaped to the civilian camp a few days before Saipan’s fall.

….The Chamorro baseball team at the civilian camp has already trimmed an Army and Navy team.  Baseball scouts should include this spot in their ivory hunting itinerary.

…..One word every Chamorro boy and girl knows is “okay” and they use it habitually.

…..The communication miracle wired throughout the entire island is colossal enough to secure a bow from AT&T.

…..The Engineers have received many commendations, including one from the Navy.

….The Signal Corps Repair Shop has done an outstanding job in the maintenance of motion picture equipment.  They have gone out of their way on innumerable occasions to render technical advice and labor in order that “the show might go on”.

….The record of medical units on Saipan stands out in bold relief.  During the changeover from foxhole operations to permanent hospital facilities, with American nurses, they have written a new epoch in medical history.  The dispatch with which these units handled casualties in the bloodiest battle in the annals of American warfare reflects the extraordinary ability and skill of these responsible for its organization and operation.

….Congratulations to Connie Mack on his 50th anniversary in baseball.

….The Saipan Post Dispatch dedicates this issue to the St. Louis Post Dispatch as full payment for usurping part of their famous name and incorporating it into the masthead of the First American daily on Saipan, which as been published since July 1 (1944?).  If we can approach in excellence the distant shadows cast from Pulitzer’s bulwark of news reporting, then Ralph Coghlan, Fitzpatrick, etc., can rest assured that the traditions of their perennial sheet will not be ravaged by a mimeographed upstart on bloody Saipan.  We salute the St. Louis Muny Opera, Jack Shumacker’s famous turtle soup, Phil Hitchcock, Larry Goodwin’s St. Charles St. Lounge, Luke Sewell’s Browns, Cardinals, Ruggori’ Steak House where the late O. O. McIntyre dined, Parkview Hotel, Coronado, Anheuser-Busch, Griesedieck, Hyde Park, Alpen Brau, Falstaff, the Star-Times and Globe Democrat.

….The next issue will be dedicated to New York City

20 August 1944

20 August 1944

Dear Folks:

I’ll try my patience tonight and see if I can write a letter in long hand for a change.  Maybe you can’t read it around the end but here goes.  This is Saturday night again but it just as well be any night I guess.  Maybe I can make it to church in the morning if nothing unforeseen comes up.  Well I had a little excitement during my tour yesterday.  While driving along in a jeep at the southern end of the island, we spotted a Jap running in the bushes and trying to dodge around a burned up truck.  We let go a few rounds at him and soon he came out hands up.  We stripped him down to his bare then took him to intelligence.  He was scared to death and thought for sure we were going to kill him in short order.  He was injured pretty badly and flies were all around him.  Later we gave him a can of rations and he dug into them as fast as he could.  Every time we gave him a cigarette or did anything for him he would bow his head very reverently two or three times.

I can’t think of much to write about.  We are getting somewhat stabilized here now and the garrison routines are coming back.  We have two volleyball courts constructed and several teams have been organized in the battery for a playoff.  My game isn’t so hot but I get in once in a while.

Dan Gettman brought in a slug of Star Heralds a few days ago and we talked about your visit with his mother.  He’s a typical valley Russian but a pretty good egg.

Hope I can see Dick in the next few days and swap mail with him.  He probably has quite a few.

I wished I could think of something more to write but can’t seem to tonight.  So I’ll stop this and get ready for those “cool clean sheets” and that “late Sunday morning sleep”.  (Yes, I’m kiddin’).

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
18 July 1944

18 July 1944

[Harold types]

Dear Folks:

Dick came down to see me today and I thought while we were laying around we just as well write you a letter – or try to.  Right after we had dinner we walked along the beach road from Charan Kanoa to the end of the island looking for an army cemetery but couldn’t find it.  While we were looking for the place, Dick showed me the places where his outfit landed and even where he dug his first foxhole.  And we found a lot of Jap caves that were well concealed and topped over with a lot of dirt and leaves.  They dig in like [illegible] caves are transforming the face of the [illegible] saw several thick walled concrete [illegible] from the point we had a good view of Tinian [illegible] over there must be thinking – if they can see what is going on [illegible] there is (a) sugar factory that stands out on the landscape.  It took quite a beating from navy shells and girders and machinery are flung everywhere.  From the factory runs a number of narrow gauge railroad lines.  The army captured a few locomotives and now you can hear their high pitched whistle as the guys chug along using the cars to haul supplies, etc.  The trains are small and look more like oversized toys. We haven’t had a look at Carapan yet and I have been itching to get up there and see what goes. The town is about ten thousand so there must be quite a lot to see.  I haven’t seen a newspaper or magazine since I left Oahu and today Dick walked in with a Time magazine.  I’m anxious to review it from cover to cover.  I was asking Dick what I should write about and he said to mention that we will be sending home some souvenirs soon when the situation permits.  I told you about the bayonet and the flag.  In addition to those Dick got a wallet with quite a sum of Jap money in it, and many pictures of the officer’s family and what must be his wife. Also he got his insignia of a 2nd lieutenant.  He’ll probably have some more before it is all over.  The weather here is about the same as on Oahu but right now is the season when the monsoons begin and the past few nights there have been heavy rainstorms.  They say hurricanes strike near the island about once every two years and I hope this isn’t one of them.  Today is pretty hot and sultry and the sand all around is hard on the eyes.

We were both wondering about Phil and whether he has come into the army yet.  Every once in a while you see a crude handwritten sign over a foxhole saying Frisco 7752 miles, Tokyo 1521, and then we realize just how far away we are.  Guam lies about 103 miles to the south and just to the north are the Bonims(?).  It’s going to be a long boat ride home someday but we’re ready to accept it any time.  And remind us never to take another ocean voyage when we get home. The food was pretty good on the boats but the chow lines are hard to buck, and the accommodations are hardly first class.  Well I’m going to turn this over to Dick and let him add a few lines.

[Dick handwrites]

Today being Sunday I went to communion and then to see Harold.  We’re taking it easy now after a little uneasiness.  I’ll write some time later.

Love,

Dick

14 May 1944

14 May 1944

Dear Folks:

It has been sometime since I’ve heard from you.  Guess the mail has slowed up a little.  Hope you have received the box by now and liked what we put into it.

Well this was Sunday, Mother’s Day and suppose I should be able to write something very nice but there is so much that I remember about you and all you have done that I couldn’t start to express all I feel.  The church service this morning was in your commemoration and the Chaplain has something fixed up to send home, a little card with the program in it.  And speaking of church, the church sends me something now and then and I thought perhaps you would be interested in the enclosed program.  If you read them carefully, you can get an idea of the service and the size of it.  I wish I could attend every Sunday.

Dick dropped around this afternoon but there wasn’t a lot we could do so we just loafed around and chewed the fat and once again put Minatare through the mill.  He just bought a pair of glasses, dark tinted and he looks good in them.

The recent furlough plan has taken a little effect and two men from the battalion have left.  However don’t regard it as any indication that I will get one, for I haven’t two years service yet and then there are other circumstances as shipping, etc.  However I hope that in the next year an opportunity will present itself.

Well Mom and Dad, I can’t write much and I have a few things to do so I’ll put the breaks on about here. I wish I could have been with you on this Mother’s Day.  Every year that day means more and more to me.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
14 May 1944

14 May 1944

Sunday bulletin cover
Mother's Day church bulletin cover, 1944

 

Inside of bulletin on the left side
May, 1944

GREETINGS TO THE MOTHERS OF OUR SERVICE MEN:

Your son Harold attended a Mother’s Day Service in the Central Pacific area this year.  Our prayers are with you always.

Sincerely,

Signed K. L. Huggins
Chaplain K. L. Huggins
Captain, US Army

 

Inside of bulletin on the right side
Order of Service

MOTHER’S DAY

In Central Pacific

Prelude

Doxology

Invocation

Lord’s Prayer (unison)

Hymn:  “Mother Dear, O Pray for Me”

Responsive Reading (seated)

Gloria (standing)

Scripture

Solo:  “Mother Machree” by Wm. Kerr

Prayer (in unison-For Mothers)

Hymn:  “Jesus, Saviour Pilot Me”

Sermon:  “MOTHERS”

Hymn:  “Faith of Our Mothers, Living Still”

Benediction

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Name and Organization

Harold G.Moss, Hq. Btry 225th FA Bn

Mother’s Name and Address

Charlotte I. Moss

Minatare, Nebraska

26 April 1944

26 April 1944

Dear Folks:

Just finished house cleaning, that is reshuffling my footlocker and hope it will stay straightened up for at least a day.  Then cleaned up my pistol and now am taking it easy listening to Bob Burns.

Last night went to see Dick and together we went to some wrestling matches and saw some great entertainment.  Wrestling is a good show and full of laughs, and Dick about went nuts.

Last Sunday I took my friend from Coldwater, Kansas to church with me.  The enclosed pamphlet was the program for the enthronization of the new bishop.  This St. Andrew’s Cathedral is a very large and beautiful building with the chapel in the middle and a big wing on either side for clubrooms, etc.  The service was very beautiful and typically Episcopalian.  They have a large choir and a huge organ.  In the crowd, a big one, was all kinds of (armed) forces and quite a few Japs.  The Bishop talks like a forceful and effective man.  The service was an hour and a half including communion which I took part in.  After the service there was a serviceman’s lunch held in the spacious rooms.  Wish I could go every Sunday.

I suppose you have seen the picture enclosed.  The fellow is Lt. Eldo ‘Doc’ Blome who stayed in the same house in Lincoln.  He was quite a pal of mine and I would give a lot to see him again.  I hope the box has arrived and everything fits.

Well we still have blackout at ten and it’s getting around that time so better drop the curtain.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
7 April 1944

7 April 1944

Dear Folks:

The [missing] my opportunity to write you before [missing] him at bay for a while [missing] Good Friday and I attended a four o’clock service in a converted chapel.  It was a short service but I felt much better after attending.  You should see some of the places the chaplains have services and whenever we sing a particular hymn, my mind goes back to Greeley and my church days of long ago and sometimes I expect to get a little unity recalling them. I am busier in the [missing] than I have ever been before and I [missing] to slip by with a great rush.  Talked [missing] tried to but will not get to him tomorrow.  [missing] messages are in good shape now and I’m looking forward to the cookies and especially the [missing]

 I certainly do recall those Easter Sundays and would like to see your decoration job on the house and I hope it won’t be long before I can help pack and hide Steve’s basket.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
11 September 1943

11 September 1943

Dear Folks:

Received your letter today and realized I hadn’t written you for sometime.  The time to me has been flying and when I look back at the time I have spent here it doesn’t seem possible.  I’m beginning to feel like a native.  The past week has been a good one and much less monotonous than many.  Swimming is now an often occurrence for the battery and I try to go whenever we have a detail.  I’m many shades darker than I have been before and if I keep up at this pace, I’ll pass for an Hawaiian.  This afternoon instead of swimming at the beach we went to the pool and once I dove off the high board and instead of cutting the water like (a) knife, hit it like a board, and now my legs still feel a little hot.  On some days the sun is very hot and it is possible to burn in a few minutes, quite a bit different than the sun at home, and dangerous if caution is not used.

The two books have now both arrived and I’m right in the middle of one of them.  Maybe you think they are dry and dull but they are full of interest to me.  I have two more coming, one from Gram and one from Washington (guess I just as well take (them) up their offers).  Maybe I should tell you a little more about the Washington friend, I guess I never have.  I met her at the Service Club in Ft. Lewis on a Saturday night, and we got to talking and joking and finally developed this meeting into quite a friendship.  She is pretty prominent there and is State President of the American Legion Auxiliary I believe as well as in other affairs.

Last Sunday I went to church in town and enjoyed the services very much, I hope I can go tomorrow.

I hate to send you a letter as poor as this but I hope you will overlook it and know a better one will be coming.  You know sometimes you feel like writing and again at other times it’s quite a task.  Well this night is one of the latter kind.

Lots of love,

Harold Moss Signature
8 August 1943

8 August 1943

Dear Folks:

I suppose I should be working, or at least look like I’m working, but this is Sunday morning and I guess some of (the) effects of civilian Sunday still persist.  I just came from church a few minutes today and for something different the Chaplain had a small group of Hawaiian women to sing.  But this group was about like the usual small town choir.  It always seems that the worst singer is the director and this one was no exception.  Every time I looked at her it reminded me of Amie Schmaltz alias Mrs. Snyder, for she looked just like her.  They sang a Hawaiian hymn that sounded like a baby learning to talk.  This afternoon I hope to float around in the salt water and get knocked around by the waves.  I guess I told you about the new army recreation center, the ‘Tradewinds’ where we spend the Sunday afternoons.  This Sunday morning is a beautiful one which reminds me of a balmy June at home and the pineapple fields and the palm trees reflect the same feeling.  From where I sit I can see the ocean a few miles away, a deep blue with billuous clouds riding along the horizon.

I received the Free Press a few days ago and noted the letter about my meeting with Dick.  The letter was a pretty poor one but I hope you caught the spirit of the good time we had.  What do you think of the pictures?

Dad’s circular letter came yesterday and I think you have a good system making one copy go all around.  I’m glad you got the book on the way.  Hope I can keep in control until it gets here.  A few days (ago) I bought ‘Mission to Moscow’ which is darn good reading and very interesting.

I don’t like to say too much about the war because it is such a big subject, but things look favorable on every front.  I especially remember the President stating that an all-out offensive against Japan would begin this year.  It seems far-fetched to me but I’m not in much of a position to critize or adjudge.  You probably know that most of the island population is Japanese but there has never been an act of sabotage since the war began.  The Japs seem to control most of the business stores, that is the small ones, and generally rate higher than the other races, in prominence, in education, and civic circles.  The true Hawaiians are diminishing rapidly from intermarriage and only on the other side of the mountain are there still some vestiges of an old Hawaiian life and villages.  The combinations from intermarriage are terrific and I think you could find any combination on the island.

I’m being paged to go to the PX and I’m about out of anything else to write so better stop.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
10 July 1943

10 July 1943

Dear Dad:

You probably have noticed, and maybe with a little concern, the fewer number of letters that I have been writing, but I find it so discouraging to write a good letter that I put it off ‘for just one more nite’.  Well my guilt has been gnawing on me pretty strong tonight so this will be ‘that one more nite’.  The first thing I should do, and I do feel bad about it, is for neglecting you on Father’s Day.  I know it is a little late, but I hope you will not feel it was intentional.  As a sort of a ‘peace offering’ I’m sending you an electric razor.  I didn’t expressly buy it for you, but after I got it thought I made a mistake and not knowing whether I can always use it just as well send it home.  The razor is (a) good one but I know the toughness of your beard and perhaps you can’t use it.  Perhaps Phil is getting to where he can get some good of it.

Tomorrow is the Sabbath so possibly I will go to the beach or to a dance.  Ordinarily the afternoon is given to recreation although it is never a certainty.  In the morning the chaplain has services in the rec hall but he seems to me to be so lacking in what I consider a good ‘sky pilot’ that I can’t feel as I should (think) about going.

Last Wednesday nite the first USO troupe from the states did a show for us and I laughed all the way through it.  It was a breezy streamlined affair but just what the guys like.  Even a half dozen chorus girls danced in front of all the whistling.  The girls were quite a contrast to the willowy hula girls that dance slow and easy and with no shoes.  After seeing the local females for so long, these looked pretty good.

I just heard the news that you have probably been following pretty closely and that is the landing on Sicily.  It appears that perhaps from now on, we will do the choosing as to where and when the fighting will be done, but despite this I think it will still be a long time before it is all finished.  Sometimes I get into some good arguments on this subject.  You have often been right on your ‘out of the blue’ hunches and I hope this is one that is no different.

As a supplement to my excuse for not writing I do considerable reading in the evenings and I think this stops the letters a little bit.  If you have not gotten a book yet forget about the first order and try to get the one ‘Titles’ that I mentioned.  Perhaps I should have asked Katie to do this for she would have much better access to them than you.  Maybe I’ll do that.

Tonight we assumed the roles of scrub women and cleaned up the billet with mops, etc.  With my household experience in washing dishes, mopping, making beds, etc., I should make somebody a good wife.  Maybe if the women keep working after the war, I can put it into practical use.

All of you have been doing a swell job of writing and I do appreciate it, although maybe it isn’t evident from my end.  You know there is nothing dearer to me than home, and of late I have realized that more than ever, at least it has been impressed with greater meaning.  I guess it’s about time for the final sentence and I never know how to write it to leave you with how much I miss and love you all.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
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