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24 January 1945

24 January 1945

Dear folks,

It’s about a half an hour before mess and I’m taking it easy now after cooling off in the creek so I’m in a good mood to write.  Occasionally a Jap will be found at the river, but we don’t worry much about it.  The day before yesterday we killed one.  He was in terrible shape and weighed probably about 65 pounds, probably had been living on coconuts and grass.  One more good Jap.

Well today and yesterday were occasions for a few small pleasures, as pleasures are measured over here.  Probably first on the list is the fact that we had steaks yesterday.  Pretty good, and the whole meal was excellent.  In conjunction we had butter that doesn’t melt —in other words fresh butter.  All meant a great deal.  And last nite we popped some corn that the Grove’s sent me and poured that good butter over it.  And also we got an issue of 12 bottles of beer and of course it went well with the corn.  Quite a treat.  And while I was munching away, I had three swell letters to read–two from Mom, one from Dad.  They were full of clippings which of course I always enjoy.  And the nite before that received a fat letter from Mona containing the Christmas Day pictures.  Boy they were really good—and I had to show them around.  I’m still looking at them often.  So yesterday was slightly memorable.  No packages have arrived yet and I want them plenty bad.  Surely they will come soon unless the boat they were on was sunk.

I was especially glad to hear Dad had gotten his Purina deal through and from all I can judge from where I am, it smacks of a good solid business.  Of course you are welcome to use my funds if you desire.

I know the car you bought will come in handy.  You know [it’s hard to believe] I will be home someday and I can find use for it.  With Phil’s, yours, this one and the ‘T’ you must have the place looking like a used car lot.

Well now I’m going to dig out your letters and see what I can write about.  First off church–it would seem just as good to me to enjoy the quiet atmosphere of our own church.  I never before realized the dignity and background of our church before, and the thoughts of what religion can be, really help me, especially in situations of this kind.  You can actually realize that there is something far greater than mortals.

And here in the middle of this page something good again, I’m really rating on the mail deal.  A letter from Dad and one from Mrs. Dick.  Her letters are a remarkable reflection of her life and her orderly ways.  At the end she quoted a very inspiring passage. Her letter was indeed a good one and that’s an understatement.

Well I just finished chow and now I can get back to writing.  A light meal but we have a ‘special’ planned for tonight.  Bananas and cream and sugar–how I’m looking forward to it.

Last nite slept pretty good but a damned Jap plane kept circling over so I had to keep one eye open.   More nuisance than anything else.

Thoughts of Johnny Hirasawa put me hot all over.  The guts of the guy to enjoy our privileges and then join the Jap army as an officer.  His guts will end up a grease spot for the vultures to have.

I’m glad the War Department sent you the picture of Dick.  My last letter from him indicated he was feeling better and enjoying himself as much as possible.

I especially liked the shot of the table with the candles and dishes.  Gee how wonderful it would have been to have enjoyed it together, but the longer I am away the greater our enjoyment will be at some future time.  I hope you will soon receive a telegram from me stating I’m homeward bound.  Although it’s bad to be unduly optimistic I feel the end of the European war will institute many changes.  Actually I hope I won’t get a furlough but will get back on rotation.  Furlough entails coming back while rotation will mean sometime in the states. The letter enclosed is an exaggeration, but nevertheless a glimmer of the truth of how we have developed army habits and how we must re-adapt.  Read it over—it should pull a laugh.

Our bridge games are no longer.  No players so I’m probably pretty rusty.  All these birds play is pinochle.

Every evening has meant a listen to the news and the remarkable Russian drive.  The last report I had was that they were 145 miles from Berlin.  Surely the Germans can not long resist these pushes.  We will soon be celebrating the end, although to us here, although it will be a great bit of news, it will just be another day.  Also heard tonight that we are 40 miles from Luzon.  Undoubtedly the Philippine campaign is being regarded as past, contemplating greater moves.

I just opened a beer and it is really good.  I must ration them to make them last.

Well I’m getting writer’s fatigue so I’m going to lick my chops and get ready for our tent.  I believe this letter will reflect our good spirits and we compensate for those that were the other way.  Keep my mail up-you are doing great.  I am especially awaiting the moccasins and the lighter.  They will feel good after taking off these heavy GI’s.  I guess this is all.  Believe what Mrs. Dick told you for I do myself and someday this will only be something for reflection and an inspiration to do all I can to avoid future debacles.

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

5 November 1943

5 November 1943

Dearest Folks:

I have plenty to do tonight, tomorrow is inspection, shining shoes, clean the rifle etc. but better take time out to drop you a line or two.  I’m in good spirits today and once more got a boost in my morale.  The cause for this good feeling is that I got a promotion today to staff sergeant and a corresponding increase in pay which makes it a hundred fifteen per (month) now, so guess I better increase my allotment a little.  Of course it’s good to get the new rank and will mean a few more privileges.  I hope that now I can cut the mustard and get the other stripe that my job calls for.

I’m wondering how Gramp is coming along and how the operation turned out.  Gram wrote me a short letter and from the tone of it she sounds like she’s about whipped.  I can’t imagine anything happening to gramp and it would be especially sorrowing at a time like this.  I’d like to see him so bad and try to cheer him up a little.

Among the other things that I do in my job I occasionally go out to investigate court martial charges and tomorrow morning early means another such assignment.  Remember the days I used to walk over to Mrs. Dick’s and sweat over some shorthand?  Well it seems to be of some good now although I mostly use a combination of longhand and the other that makes a script that nobody but myself could read.  Running somewhat into what I am studying I like the job although sometimes I swear I can never write down all they say but somehow things seem to work out.  Last week we investigated a case that involved a Japanese storekeeper and he talked like a whirlwind and had the usual accent and I thought several times I was hopelessly lost.  But it’s always interesting and breaks up the monotony of the routine.  The fact that I know a little shorthand is the reason for my transfer to this battery some time ago so it seems that the few bucks I put out didn’t go to naught.  If Mrs. Dick could see my notebook she’d probably tear her hair out though.

I just remembered your writing about Dan Gettman and the Star-Heralds he gives me.  He is the one boy that I know from Nebraska and I used to be in the same outfit with him.  I knew him well and Danny and I would often talk about things in common that we knew about the valley.  Since I was transferred I don’t see him very often and occasionally I talk to him in town or whenever I get down to his battery.  He is the usual Russian stock like is in the valley but he’s a pretty good little guy.  A couple of weeks ago he sent me a stack that was as big around as my waist.

And another little item about the bank deposit box.  I had forgotten completely about it and as I don’t need the use of it any longer you can dispose of it as you want to.

Katie sent me one of the announcements—the little one with the automobile motif—it was pretty cute and all the guys in the billet thought it was clever although they didn’t get the drift right at first.

Well I’m coming to the last act I believe, so here comes the curtain.  I intend to write to B. Emick but somehow I don’t get around to it.  Also had a letter from Mrs. Lewellen yesterday so there’s another to answer.  Jack is lucky being in the Navy and getting a chance to get home.  Well goodnite for another time and one less toward the end of the way.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature

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