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18 January 1942

18 January 1942

Dear Folks:

The end of another Sunday and a new week about to begin.  Strangely though I kind of like to see Monday come because there is so little to do all day.  Went to church this morning which made me feel much better all day.  Was off yesterday afternoon of course so slept but in the evening went to town and ordered a big meal of everything I wanted regardless what it cost.  We had T-bone steaks and peas and all the rest.  It cost me a buck twenty but it was worth it.  Later went to the show which finished the day.  Sunday I was latrine orderly which means digging holes.  All of the battalions live in tents now in the park.  It’s something new to learn the first time a guy uses a trench.  Our showers and washroom are in the old ladies restroom and the medics are in the bathhouse of the swimming pool.  Living in tents isn’t bad, a good plan to sleep and a good airing in the daytime, but a little inconvenient to use a latrine with no roof in a cat and dog rain.  Guess I’m seeing a little more Army life now.

Called up June tonite but Gram wasn’t there.  We talked a long time and June said they would try to come up next Sunday.

Of course I’m disgusted about the box.  I went to the post office here and they checked all they could but said that without the number of the insurance slip they could do little.  Guess it must be at San Luis Obispo someplace.  Guess maybe you better get a claim on it.  Must be something wrong to keep no better account of an insured box than that.

Got Dad’s nice long letter and a joy to read.  You are doing very good.  My ribs are okay now but taking off the tape was no joke.

Got a letter from Glen Chambers and Jim Sandison today.  Especially good to hear from Sandy.  He’s a right guy if there ever was one.

This is about everything.  I’m getting heavier all the time and feeling better.  I get pretty depressed trying to wonder when all of this will be over, but when it is, coming back will be all the better.

Don’t you worry and soon again we’ll all eat popcorn and apples around the fire.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
2 November 1941

2 November 1941

Dear Folks:

I just got off duty a few minutes ago so I’ll have time to write you a good long letter.  Today is Sunday again and a very dull one it seems but I guess most of them are.  Today I was table waiter in the mess hall so work during the eating hours.  I would get it on Sunday.  Have been here two weeks so had a pass last night.  My buddy and I went to Paso Robles about 15 miles from here.  It all turned out very badly.  I was looking for some entertainment but there wasn’t a thing, not even a dance.  Every store and building was crammed to overflowing with soldiers and the only thing to do was go to the show or roller-skate.  And everything seems priced very high.  Hamburgers 15 cents, show 35 cents, and roller-skating 40 cents.  Two fellows with us bought a couple sandwiches for 52 cents.  With so much business it seems things would be cheaper.  Anyway we roller-skated until 10 o’clock then came back to the camp.  Perhaps if I can get into Los Angeles or San Francisco things will be different.  Have written several letters to Grandma and hope to get down if I can get three days off.  Round trip is only eight, eighty-five but I would have so little time with a day and a half that it would be hardly worth the time.  They want me to come down badly.

My actual radio training hasn’t started yet but will soon.  First we must get the basic fundamentals of marching and firing.  Two days ago last week were spent on our very latest and modern rifle range.  We fired our rifles from a distance of two and three hundred yards.  About 100 men can fire at one time.  Two way telephone connections are set up from the firing line to the fellows in the pits that run the targets.  I pulled targets one day—that is, was in a deep concrete trench and raised and lowered the targets and flashed back the score by means of flags and dices.  Boy those bullets whistle overhead; also some bullets hit the dirt in front of the pit and spray dirt all over.  In my firing I made ninety-nine out of a possible one fifty.  Hope to do better next time.

Last week also had our periodic physical exam for lice, etc.  It’s what the boys call a ‘short arm’ inspection.  It was very funny.  We all lined up with just our overcoats and shoes on, and with a cold wind blowing we shivered plenty.  Some fellows lined up, then bent over, and pulled their coats up over their buttocks and had their picture taken.

My buddy and I have decided to try for officer’s training school, after our first six months are up.  I think we have a good chance to make it.

So Bill Emick’s home?  I just got a letter from him about a week and a half ago telling me of his roommate and the course he was taking.  I’m very surprised.  He did say though he was flat broke and couldn’t see how he was going to get there.  I didn’t think he would ever come back to Minatare.  And Wilma with another baby; another surprise.  She must like ‘em.  How is Duane getting along and what about the marriage scandal?

I have all the mail you sent.  I got the shirt and the package and the two dollars.  All very much appreciated and thanks so much.  Mail call is the most important time of the day, and everybody jumps when the sergeant yells.

The fellow next to me is a very funny and fastidious fellow and about once a week thinks he must have an enema.  You’d die if you knew his nickname.

Don’t know anything about Berg or the other fellows.  Saw long lines of infantry marching back from a long hike and watched for him but didn’t see anything.  Boy those guys in the infantry take a beating.  They also have bayonet practice and of course they don’t hit the dummy squarely.  A long pole swings around and smacks them.  Also saw them throwing hand grenades and practically flattening out on the ground.

No my laundry is not $1.50 a week, but a buck fifty a month.  There is no limit on the amount we can send.  By the way if you want you can send my slippers and couple pair of shorts and skirts.  I like plenty for Friday inspections.  I will just about have everything then.  We will be issued another suit; a field jacket and two more pairs of shoes so will always have clean clothing.  Last week got up at four thirty to go to the rifle range but effective yesterday we operate on a winter schedule with reveille at six and retreat at four thirty in the afternoon.  To sleep until six seems like a Sunday morning.

Last Tuesday nite went to a show ‘Camel Caravan’ sponsored by Camel cigarettes and saw some darned good entertainment.  My buddy got in without tickets on the pretext of using the library.  Guess tonight I’ll go to the show (14 cents).

I guess this is everything that’s been happening to me.  Did you get the camp paper I sent?  Should get a letter from Kate tomorrow.  My buddy and I are going to buy a cheap camera to take some pictures so I’ll be sending some.  I will get paid the tenth so will send you some money.

Write soon.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
25 October 1941

25 October 1941

Dear Folks:

Although I think you still owe me a couple of letters I’ll write while I have nothing to do.  This is Saturday afternoon and a beautiful day here.  I just got through playing baseball with my shirt off.  It’s pretty hot.  Just got out of the shower and sitting around in my shorts luxiously relaxing.  Everybody is listening to a radio wondering how their team will come out.  Wish I could hear Nebraska.

Haven’t started my radio schooling yet and won’t for a couple of weeks.  Since I’ve been here in the specialist battery we’ve been working on an oil mat to drill on.  Boy that’s hard work and plenty dirty but it makes me feel good and eat plenty.  When the rainy season begins here it rains all the time and the mud is actually on the tops of knee boots.  That’s why all the work on the oil matting.  Yesterday laid an oil mat for a basketball court.  After this is finished I will begin my technical training on radio work.  This battery I’m in has quite a good past.  Since it was formed nine months ago our battery has never lost the “Best Battery” sign which hangs on our orderly building.  It is the best battery in the whole camp and the best in the special battalion.  The radio battery of the specialists is considered the best and to have the best and smartest in it.  Also our regiment has had the regimental banner 5 out of 6 times.  I’m quite proud to be here.  The fellows seem to take more interest in things here.  Sidewalks have been built up and a lawn and patches of flowers are around the barracks.  Also by the mess hall we have a fountain with a square cupola over it plus an old Dutch windmill on top of it.  But being in this battery means plenty of work.  Friday nights we get on our hands and knees and scrub the floors.  On Saturdays the latrine is cleaned.  Yesterday I washed windows on the second floor—plenty of them and to think I used to gripe at home to just wash a few.  This morning I was latrine orderly and had to polish the bowls and brass til it shone like the sun.

Thursday nite the camp gave a broadcast over NBC but I didn’t go.  Don’t know what I’ll do tonight suppose go the show or the service club.  This service club is quite a building.  In it is a large cafeteria and café, a dance floor and a balcony around it.  Also there is a library and a larger fireplace.  I have signed up for two night school classes given in the Paso Robles high school.  The courses are Spanish and trigonometry but don’t know whether can take trig or not.

My pal now is a fellow who is from Omaha and formerly worked in the War Department finance office.  He also is a graduate of Nebraska University in Business Administration.  He’s a swell fella and we go every place together.  Practically all the fellows in my barracks are from Missouri or Kansas.

All soldiers do get half rates on transportation that is a cent a mile.  Also I get a ten day leave at Christmas.  I can go to Grandmas if I can’t get to you.  It would take quite a bit to come home.  I’ve written letters to Grandma but haven’t heard from her.  I’ve had some trouble getting my correspondence straightened out after all these changes, however I’ve gotten mail from you, one from Dad (keep ‘em coming) and note from Mom with a buck in it.  Thanks so much.

Got a letter from Kate and one from Bill Emick yesterday.  Kate didn’t say much though I’ll answer today.  By the way I suppose you addressed your letters to me from the card mailed from Leavenworth but be sure and address the rest from the card I sent that is Battery D, 55th FA Tng. Bn.  Use private and not mister.

Guess that’s everything. Say hello to the kids.

By the way I did know Professor Walker very well.  Used to wait on him when I worked on “Bucks”.

See you in the next letter.

Lots of love,

Harold Moss Signature

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