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21 October 1944

21 October 1944

Dear Folks:

I don’t know whether I feel good tonight or not – I guess I should in a way because Betty Hutton was here this afternoon with a troupe that put on a pretty good show.  But as usual instead of being an enlisted man’s show, it wound up also as usual, one for the officers.  At the beginning of the show a special service Captain got up and pulled off an awkward and embarrassing prolonged kiss, what bespoke of his limited background and apparent good taste.  I was very disgusted.  But the show was alright, but it doesn’t have the intended effect of raising my morale – instead it seems to lower it – it’s nice to see but after it’s over, I feel like I just fell through a trap door.  What a treat to see a white woman.  The Marines brought an out of tune, but ear filling band over, and the place sounded a little more like civilization.  The show started at two-thirty and the dogfaces began coming in at noon and by twelve-thirty all the seats were taken.  But tonight I feel all let down and get tied up with memories of back home and wondering when the hell I will get back.

The part that makes me feel good on the other hand, is about the 6th Army landing in the Philippines.  I just heard the news about an hour ago from ‘Frisco, and while I felt good at the progress we’re making, I also thought about the guys that are getting the rough end of it, and how many already had sacrificed everything.  Too many people I’m afraid, don’t consider it very carefully.  They are sure we’ll win and just sit back waiting until then, and in the meantime taking advantage of the situation.  Oh well maybe I’m going sour or getting cynical I don’t know – I’m afraid sometimes I am and I better not let it go too far.

In a few minutes, I’m going to the cinema and will finish off the night that way, then come back, mill around a while and then go to bed.  There isn’t much else to write about, I’m fine but get down once in a while, and I get great consolation from your letters.  Well I’ll quit for this time.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
12 October 1944

12 October 1944

Dear Folks:

Maybe if I hurry I’ll have time to write you a few lines before show time.  It’s raining again and I don’t think that will make any difference to the customers.  A few minutes ago received my absentee ballot and a letter from Mom.  I will vote ‘no’ also on the prohibition proposal.  I think I’ll mail it in although I know very little about what’s going on or who the candidates are.

By the sound of your letter you must have the house finished now and I’m glad you’re not moving. I know a little time at home would be good for Dick and I and I hope I’ll be lucky enough to draw a furlough soon.  The rotation system seems to be working now.  That is a deal whereby you return to the states after at least 36 months overseas service and I still have about 11 months to go.  It’s quite a matter for discussion and it’s what everyone is thinking about.  I hope it’s still working when my time comes.

I’ve heard the news about the raids on Luzon and Formosa and other islands and it does sound good.  We’re almost across the Pacific now.  It seems impossible that only about 1,500 miles away is Japan – that’s not very far as distances go over here.

I don’t remember what else I can write about.  My watch runs perfectly and I never need to set it.  Feeling entirely normal again after the dengue.  Well it’s about show time so I better grab my raincoat and take off.  So goodnight once again.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
10 October 1944

10 October 1944

Dear Dad:

I was all set to go to bed and call it another day but just received a letter from you so thought I’d answer it while there is still a little time before bed.

It’s about time you received the package I sent you.  I mailed it about a month ago and I’m anxious to hear what you have to say about them, the souvenirs I mean.  Dick is anxious to know about them.  I imagine they will make quite a stir.

As usual it rained plenty again today.  A guy from Nebraska would go nuts with all the rainfall here.  Everything is green now and the island looks very fertile.  Radio Tokyo a few nights ago answered that all civilians and soldiers had died on the island and raved about their glorious stand.  But all of them couldn’t see the ‘suicide’ stand and there’s still plenty of civilians around trying to get another start with what there is left.  Of course they can only move around in certain areas and of course don’t get around the military areas.  I don’t trust any of them.

I’m glad to hear, in a way, that you’re not moving to Bridgeport however whatever you would have done would have been okeh with me.  I’m very anxious to see the house for it must be a beauty with all the work you have been doing, and how super lovely it will be to enjoy it.  You don’t know how much I think about all the little things that you probably never think about.  How I’d like to pull a bottle of ice cold beer from the refrigerator and drink it with you.

I’m feeling pretty good after the dengue fever but I’m not overly fat, if you know what I mean.  Boy how I could sit down to a home cooked meal with all my favorites and eat forever.

Saw an Abbot and Costello show tonight that was a stinker.  You should see us at a show.  We sit in the worst rain and never notice it or wait a half an hour while they change a reel or get a bug off the lens.  The Aladdin at its worst was a palatial ‘Hippodrome’ beside ours.  In a few days Betty Hutton will appear with a troupe.  The guys will probably go nuts over her not having seen a white woman since last May.  And although we haven’t seen a white woman in a long time still we have our sex morality lectures and are told the customary things.  A little ironical.

Well I wasn’t lucky enough to draw a furlough but maybe my luck will change someday.  The quotas seem to be getting bigger and I’m hoping I’ll soon be lucky, however don’t be expecting to see me because anything can happen and then it’s better to be a little pessimistic.  But after three years it seems something ought to happen.

Mom intimated I might have somebody in mind back there – feminine I mean but that’s not the case.  I haven’t written to a girl in a long time but I’m thinking I ought to do something about it.  I’ll have to start from scratch when I get back.

Been playing a little bridge lately but it’s hard to find players in this outfit – they all play pinochle.

Well I’m about finished for tonight.  Just wrote Gram a letter – should write them more often.  You’ve been doing a good job of writing – it’s depressing to not get a letter at mail call and you’ve been seeing to it that that doesn’t happen often, so I got to keep up my end too.

Well better stop and do some more dreaming.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
8 October 1944

8 October 1944

Dear Folks:

We’re having an early chow tonight and I only have a few minutes to write but there isn’t much news anyway.  Last night a furlough quota was given the battalion and in order to pick the lucky ones, a drawing was held.  Of course I sought the help of the gods but they were all drawn before I got a chance to pull out a ticket.  It would be too good to happen I guess.  Now I’m hoping we will get another quota next month and perhaps I’ll get lucky.

Received your letter with Katies (letter) in it – hope she gets settled soon.

So you saw a movie The Battle of the Marianas?  We haven’t seen any newsreels of it yet and I’m sort of looking forward to it – wished I could have seen it with you.

Last night it rained a pouring downfall and my house started leaking and was finally forced to abandon it and set up in the office.  Boy was I sore.  I’ll tear the damn place down if it leaks again.

The office is still very busy and it doesn’t seem it will let down.  Now it’s payrolls.  We haven’t been paid in five months and preparing the rolls is a big job.  Having completed 3 years service I get a five percent increase which will give me a little over one forty now.  You may not receive my bond (until) after September as a result of a new issuing system but you will get them as soon as I get paid.

Well not much else and it’s show time so, so long for this time.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
20 September 1944

20 September 1944

Dear Folks:

Started out to see a show tonight at the Seabee camp but after getting there found there was no show there.  I’m back in camp again ready to spend a monotonous evening.  I’ll try to write one [letter] in longhand tonight although my writing is getting steadily worse.  Don’t know where to begin – not much has happened.  Got into a bridge game last night with some real competition but we finally came out on top.  Haven’t been a low man for sometime now.  We had several fine howls and missed a small slam three times.

Some of the civilians have been released on [faded] you can see a few of them walking with packs on their backs or driving two-wheel carts carrying whatever they can find to begin building again.  Of course they are under restriction and can only move in certain areas.  I still hate the looks of all of them – they look too sour and mysterious to me.  Yesterday I saw four men and a woman walking along the road.  The woman was carrying a load that I don’t think I could carry and the men paid no attention to her difficulty.  I guess Japanese women are handy gadgets instead of human beings.

In order to find something to write about I’ll take a couple of Dad’s letters and see what I can comment about.  In the first place we’ve got our house pretty well waterproofed now, although an especially drenching rain may cause a little leak.  It rains almost every day without fail and sometimes a rain comes out of a clear sky in five or ten minutes. We catch the rainwater in buckets and use it to wash clothes with and occasionally take a bath in.

I’d like to see Nancy as a cheerleader and I’ll bet she makes a good one.  I suppose Phil plays his heart out in football and will probably get banged up plenty before the season is over.  [illegible next sentence]

Every time you write about Gramp’s melons I drip at the mouth and my head begins to swim. Boy, how good an ice cold watermelon would taste – I would eat a 100 lb. one myself.

I’m always wondering what the house looks like now and don’t forget the pictures if you can possibly get them.  And it does my heart good to know that you are now able to fix it up as you have always wanted to fix a home up.

Am getting around to Christmas again.  I think a fruit cake is a darn good idea. And here’s another, I can use a pen and pencil set.  I still have the one you sent me about two years ago but I have good [faded] one in the office  – and can you put my name on it?

For some reason tonight I was thinking back to my younger days of mine when things were a little tougher for us and Dad tried to explain to me just why they were that way and I couldn’t quite see it.  Now I hope all that has changed and you can both carry out some of the yearned for plans you must have had. And you know whatever I have can be used by you.

Well [faded] says it’s time to think of bed and I feel like a good sleep tonight so better slip this in an envelope and get it on its way.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
14 September 1944

14 September 1944

Dearest Folks:

No show tonight and I have about (an) hour to spend before hitting the hay so I should be able to get a few letters finished.  Received my last one from you a few days ago, but haven’t had much time to do any writing since then.  Today was Sunday and I had expected to put in some leisure time watching a ball game or playing volleyball, but neither materialized.  Have been going strong all day and it looks like we will keep up the pace for a while.  The paper war is still going strong.  Well for all they ride it and cast humorous aspersions at it, I still think it is pretty important and at some time in the future perhaps a good many arguments will be settled over them.  We have not been paid in five months and preparing a payroll covering that length of time is quite a long and arduous job.  Well I think that (is) enough shop talk.  Now to my very limited personal life.

Yesterday went to Saipan on a ‘duck’ which is a two and a half ton amphibious truck.  Pretty convenient machines – you just drive till you hit the water and then start the propeller going and there you have a boat.  But they don’t move very fast and it was about a two hour trip.  After taking care of a small amount of official business at the Finance Office, hitchhiked up Jack’s way and had dinner and then spent part of the afternoon with him.  It was his day off so we took off our clothes, sat, sweated and talked, and there was a lot of talking done too.  This time we discussed Jack’s love life and dwelt on the probable paths that Emick and Chambers and I will take, also.  And then we got around to what our postwar plans were. Jack seems undecided between going to a photo school in Los Angeles or back to the University.  And I’m undecided about taking a world tour (haven’t I had enough already?) and just taking it easy or going back to school.  I hope you put the pressure on to go back, and Dick too.  Probably that’s what I’ll do, although if I were to go back now I think I would feel a little funny somehow.  It’s rather unexplainable but the circumstances seem a little different now.  We were also a little irritated about the reports of civilian laxity back home and their little regard for the war, but I think it’s all pretty human and natural.  But it seems to be a growing topic of discussion.

I haven’t seen Dick for quite some time now you know and I suspect he’s no longer around.  I wrote to him about three weeks ago and haven’t got a reply yet.  Even though he’s been gone only a short time I sure long to see him again.  He’s such a good guy and I hate to see him run into any more trouble the same as you do. About his letter with the ‘beefing’ in – I don’t think he’s much different than many others.  He used to talk to me about the subject and in many ways he is right.  I’m surprised that the War Department would write about his injury since it was so light.  And it would have to ruin your Denver vacation.  That scrap he got into was certainly a rough one, and when I think about it I wished some people back home could have had a glimpse of the sordid scenes of Saipan when things were the hottest.  I was just interrupted by the air raid   sirens, and things were blacked out in a hurry but nothing showed up and now I can see again.  The Nips haven’t given any trouble in the air since the battle ended.  I heard the news yesterday about the Task Force strike near Manila.  Sounds good and the noose is tightening quickly now.  Another interruption, and this time a good one, a fellow just brought me a letter from Mom, a good long one and full of good stuff to write about.  Whenever you hear any little gossip about somebody I knew or any clippings, be sure and give me the lowdown.  Your first paragraph was about Dick and I believe I explained that pretty well a few days ago.  I don’t know anything about the trouble or whether Dick received his box – I haven’t seen him in quite a while.  Yeah, I am having a ‘spitting’ good time with all the seeds – the problem though is too keep the ants away.  The major has been very good to me and loaned me his jeep to take Jack around the island last week.  I’ll explain the circumstances some day.  And I often wonder about why some people get the breaks as you say and seemingly don’t deserve them, but that often seems the case, and it doesn’t do any good to think about it.  So the Carroll’s took off – that’s spotlight news.  By the way Jack and I really get warmed up on how Duane is helping win the war.  It’s hard to imagine him in the army with as many furloughs and leaves he has had.  And probably Mrs. Carroll is anxious to expound on his experiences and army career.  And Mildred Fry – that’s hot stuff too – we talked about her too, but it wasn’t all good.

It made me good to know that you remembered just how long I have been in – and last night I was saying this will be the 4th Christmas away from all of you.  The wonderful feeling of being free again I believe is beyond your imagination, and sometimes it seems hard to tell myself that it’s bound to be over someday.  Well I’m going to taper off for tonight and I’ll be looking for some more mail from you tomorrow.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
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

7 August 1944

7 August 1944

Dear Folks:

In a few minutes I’m going over the hill and down the road to the show but first I better scratch you out a short epistle.  The last time I wrote you I was on Saipan where I was with Dick and where I could see Jack, but now I’m three miles across the channel on Tinian.  Tinian is a green, oblong island with a plateau down the middle.  It reminds me much of Maui.  The fields are well laid out, and abounding with sugar cane, sweet potatoes and other small crops.  Looking at the valley from Lake Minatare is much like the scene from here.  Most of the farm homes I have seen look as though the Jap farmers must have been pretty well off.  More presentable than those on Saipan.  Tinian towns must have been picturesque little settlements when it was whole, but now it looks like Garapan.  I never imagined I would see such destruction as I had seen in newsreels, etc., but that’s all I have seen for the last two months.  Every building and shed has been hit, and even small houses setting hidden in cane fields have been demolished.  On most of the Jap homes, the house is of wood with a tin roof, while the barn is usually reinforced concrete about eight inches thick, and a large cistern to collect rain water.  Water by the way is a pretty important matter here and probably it contributed no little in whipping the Japs.  Probably every Jap farmer was forced to build a concrete barn and maintain some stock for the army.  On the southern part of the island snipers and civilians are being collected, although the island has been secured for some time.  From the wreckage of houses we have taken what was left to make ourselves some shelter against the rain, and I wished you could see some of the Rube Goldberg contraptions that have been arranged.  The architectural masterpieces that are showers are something to see.  It seems that every piece of wreckage can be put to use in some way.  It has been raining a lot lately and the mud is bad to slip around in.  I’m getting behind on dirty clothes and tomorrow I think I’ll be forced to do some laundry.  I wished you could see us whip up our supper.  We have a small stove and we’re sure to make some man a good wife.  The rations get a little tiresome but soon we’ll have a kitchen and back to good rations.

Well Mom and Dad I’m still very well.  Dengue fever has hit some but I’ve been okeh so far.  Of course the only really bad element to it all is the distance from home.  I haven’t seen Dick for a week or two and probably won’t get to see him for some time although you can never tell.  Probably I may not see Jack again either.  Dusk is pulling the shades down so I better grab my mosquito drop and flashlight and get along to the show.  Last night we sat in the rain and saw a show that was bad for the dogfaces titled ‘Love Can’t Be Rationed’.  About the scarcity of men in the states and the feminine wolves.  What a situation.  Well adios this time.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
28 July 1944

28 July 1944

Dear Folks:

I haven’t received any mail for a couple of days but I guess that’s no excuse for not writing.  Very little news the past few days – at least what I can write about.  Haven’t seen Dick recently nor Jack Conklin either, but I believe we’ll have another little reunion again soon.  Living together on a little island like this maybe you would imagine it wouldn’t be so hard to see each other – but it isn’t as easy as it seems.  When I do get out it’s by the hitchhike method and it’s pretty good too.  Lots of vehicles running around.  On the northern end of the island they are still bringing a few snipers out and even now it’s not very safe to go nosing around, probably they will be (there) for sometime to come.  Dick had a little celebration a few days ago he was telling me about.  They slaughtered a calf and all enjoyed some good steaks.  A few head of livestock are grazing around our area, but they look pretty scrubby and thin.  This morning I put some heavy grease on my souvenirs, wrapped them up and now I’m wondering how I can send them to you.  But I’ll get them back someway.  When Dick finds anything he gives it to me because I can keep it a little better than he can.  Saw a good show last night ‘Waikiki Wedding’ with Bing Crosby – drew a lot of comments having been in Hawaii for quite a while.  The folks at home sure are deceived if they believe all they see.  And again tonight we are having a show.  Sounds like I’m having a vacation in the Marianas doesn’t it?  I wished it was.

Are you getting my new allotment alright – I was wondering about it.  Of course we haven’t been paid since we left Oahu so we’ll all be rich when we get back.  I’ll bet this is a wild crew when they get back.  They’d go really hog wild if they hit the states.  That’s about all we think about – when and what we will do when that time comes.

Well it’s getting pretty dusk and we don’t enjoy the luxury of electric lights so I’m going to have to taper off.  I’m really very well, getting lots to eat and today I even acquired that rare item called a cot.  I should sleep like a tired baby.  Things are getting a little safer and now we don’t stick so close to a foxhole as we used to – although I suppose we should.  I guess I shouldn’t write tonight because I hardly know what time it is where you are.  We try to figure it out.  We are a day earlier than you being across the International Date Line, plus the hours difference from that line.  Oh well maybe you can figure it up some day.  I think it’s something like thirty-two hours.  Well regardless of what it figures up to I’m still going to write goodnight.  Dad’s mention of beer in his letter brings visions of greatest ecstasy, and even the thought of an ice cream cone throw me into delicious raptures.  Well adios from an X Jap stomping ground.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
24 July 1944

24 July 1944

Dear Folks:

I received Dad’s letter today acknowledging the first one I mailed from here and I’m so glad it made you feel better.  Also had one from Mom but it was several days older.  I guess the first thing on this communiqué will be about yesterday.  Minatare moved 7,000 miles across the Pacific to Saipan when Dick, Jack Conklin and myself got together for an afternoon’s reunion.  Until yesterday the three of us had been unable to get together at one time, but we finally got CO’s okeh.  Dick attended services at the 27th Division cemetery just after dinner and met Jack and I at Jack’s outfit about three o’clock.  This tripartite reunion means more than you realize. While we were there Jack took several pictures and he’ll send them as soon as possible.  We thought also that it might be interesting to have it put in the Star-Herald with a short story below it.  Jack will send the pictures to his Dad, and he left the writing end of it up to me, but now I don’t know how much the censors will allow.  Probably by this time you have received my three page letter and there should be some material in that.  Jack wanted me to write his dad with a little story to go with the picture but you can get all the information from his folks, and you can fit something together.  About the first thing we do at these meetings is exchange news about the ‘old country’ and each adds to his bit of gossip.  It seems there are a million changes back there and very few of the old faces will be left.  Vic Sage getting wedded drew quite a comment, and every time someone has a baby we wonder how they could grow up so fast.  And Jack Lupher too – it seems they are all marrying the Russians.  Maybe it’s a good thing Dick got out when he did.  And speaking of Dick, he does a lot more talking than before and because he had so many harrowing experiences than Jack or I, he had quite a little to say.  I don’t suspect he will be writing much now but I’ll do his share and let you know all I find out.

The money enclosed is some of that I found that I told you about in a previous letter.  This little guy I got it from must have been a paymaster or something of the sort for he sure had a wad.  I’ve given away quite a slug too.  The 100 yen note is pretty scarce.  The holes in the bills were caused by a bullet which I found bedded in the center.  The exchange rate is 20 yen for an American dollar, and the smaller bills I believe are 50 sen or a half a yen.  As soon as I can arrange it I’m going to send home the sword and a few other items that Dick and I found – Dick found most of them.  The souvenir racket runs into some big stuff here and some fancy prices are quoted for some things.  Swords are quoted from $500 to $1,000.  But ours weren’t boughten, they were found.  Dick and I tried to imagine Mom’s little gasps if she could see some of the things.

I believe this is about all of interest this time.  A Bob Hope movie is on tonight.  Our ‘theatre’ is a hole scooped out by a bulldozer and the seats, the scooped out dirt.  Well, adios and ‘buenos noches’ for now.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
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