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27 January 1945

27 January 1945

Dear Folks:

I don’t think this will be much of a letter but better write anyway.  It was just another day today with no high spots.  Dan Gottman came over for a little while so I showed him the pictures and the clipping you sent.  He always likes to talk about the NPV.  He told me a four-foot snake got under his cot the other day and scared him to death.  I guess there are a few cobras around and hope I don’t run into one.

I just heard the mail plane go over so perhaps the day will end up with a letter or two.  No packages yet.  I heard over the radio a Liberty Ship was sunk 400 miles west of Hawaii.  I hope it doesn’t have our boxes on it.

Had a good rain today so of course we are walking in mud again.  We have our ‘office’ in a pyramidal tent and have the floor covered with sand, we also sleep in it.  We keep dry and live under pretty good conditions.  Of course we keep our stuff in boxes and filed desks so we can move in a hurry.  I imagine Dad you’re moving your office around as much as we do.

Just opened a beer—pretty good and it’s cold – I mean as cold as we can get it here.  We get all kinds and most of it is good.

A safari of ‘gooks’ is just going by the tent – must be 25 of them – each with a can that they collect our food that we don’t eat.  The little boogars especially like coffee.  So many of them are diseased I don’t like to get too close to them.  The first thing in the morning, girls start coming around getting washing.  They beat them on rocks and do a good job.  Some of them are kind of cute, but I don’t go for their smell.

Guess I’ll go up to the 1st sergeant and check on my mail.  Well I believe this is all.  I’m feeling fine and have my appetite going again.  I know how you feel about Phil leaving but this is for sure, he will appreciate his home and his parents more than ever before and he will come to realize how much (he) has enjoyed.  He will be alright.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
21 January 1945

21 January 1945

Dear Folks:

A quiet Sunday morning and I’m taking it easy so a good time to write a letter and perhaps take care of some others.  Will probably go to church services this afternoon held in the mess hall across the road.  Last Sunday listened to a very good divisional chaplain.  The Catholic chaplain who serves our battalion strikes me as a very understanding and likeable fellow, and I think he is the best we’ve had.  I hope he comes this afternoon.

Well it was rainy yesterday and everything is mud again but this morning is hot and sunny like a typical June Sunday at home.  I even feel the mood of the day, and the morning funnies would complete the setting. But instead of funnies had service records to look at.

Haven’t received any mail the past three days due to the inclement weather.  The first class comes in by the plane so if it’s dirty weather, no mail.  Should rate several today.  No second class has yet come in.

Dan Gottman came in a few days ago with an armload of Star-Heralds and only yesterday I finished reading them.  Only a few of them were later than September so everything was pretty old, but still good.

Last nite afforded something a little different in the way of eats.  Supper was (a) little weak so we fried a can of bacon that we’ve been lugging around for some time.  It’s the best bacon and it was certainly enjoyed.  To top this we ate fruit cake that one of the boys received.  Each section has a small one burner cook stove so we can heat up a meal when we’re not eating from the kitchen.  Probably tonight we will cook the popcorn that the Groves sent me, if we can find anything to substitute for butter.  Once in a while we get a PX issue of a few candy bars.  The cigarette shortage seems to be felt here also.  Now we are issued one pack every two and sometimes three days and that isn’t near enough.  Plenty of smokes for the fighting front doesn’t apply here.  Have been expecting a hurricane but it hasn’t materialized yet.

Slept pretty well last nite in contrast to a few restless ones.  These dark nights make me afraid some Japs may bust in the area and start shooting things up.  I imagine they are pretty desperate and hungry now.  I always keep my pistol loaded under my pillow together with my knife.  Of course we’re pretty well protected but I still wake up easily when I hear a sound.

For the past three nights have been dreaming of getting home.  I hope it’s an indication.  Last night I dreamt of hitting the streamliner from ‘Frisco and was nervous as a cat.  But I can’t help but feel that something will happen that will get me home this year.  After I get in the 30 months bracket my chances will increase.  Next month the 3rd I will complete 29.

The Gooks as we call the Filipinos, are working around the area digging drainage holes and cleaning up.  It takes about four of them to do an ordinary man’s job.  I think they’d be better off working for themselves but a grass hut and a bolo knife seems to satisfy them.  (See how I need that pen and pencil set). This one is okeh but it needs a little coaxing occasionally and I’m always using one.

I’m certainly over the dysentery but have a slight cold that keeps my handkerchief busy.

I hope all my mail is getting to you in good order.  They seem to censor and dispatch it in good time and I hope they are not too old when they get to you.  All the envelopes we get stick together and it’s a job getting them open.  Maybe it would be a good idea if you enclosed an airmail envelope occasionally.

I guess I haven’t anything else to write about and it’s about dinnertime now so I’ll knock off, and hope the mailman rings plenty tonight.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
15 January 1945

15 January 1945

Dearest Folks:

A little while ago I had a refreshing bath in the river nearby, and so now after having finished supper I feel like one of the old folks who likes to sit in the evening shade and just relax until dark.  I’m feeling better every day, but still feel a little abnormal at times.  How good it would be to inhale a bit of frosty air or walk through a snowdrift, with both cheeks rosy and cold.  Perhaps they wouldn’t appeal to you, but after having been in the hot climates for better than two years, such an experience would be a treat.  The weather here is extremely sultry and depressing and sometimes it seems to sap your will to work.  Now I’m sweating but this year in the sincere hope that I will be able to see you sometime in 1945.  Still our Christmas mail has not come and at this late date I’m beginning to think that someone should be held accountable, and explain for the situation.  I’m sure it has been a failure on someone’s part after having seen other units getting theirs.  One package arrived today from Mrs. D. A. Grove.  It was well beat up and looked as though it had been kicked around from pillar to post.  Also received a Free Press, the first in many months and dated the 17th August.  And a November Reader’s Digest came.  Although the second class mail has indeed been fouled up, the first class has been coming regularly, as of course it must.  The night before last had a V-mail from mom.

Well I hardly know what to write about now.  My work has been going along about the same.  New things coming in each day and reports to keep up.  I believe our administration is at a greater peak than when we were in garrison.  I’m sure that Dad’s reports are very few in comparison to what we submit.  I suppose I will always be connected with higher headquarters. I see Arden Conklin is talking officer’s training—it’s hard to imagine a man of his qualities getting the opportunity.  Applications at present are out and quotas in what I might qualify in are extremely rare.  The last enlisted man to leave our outfit for OCS was over a year ago.  The rain has been keeping our area in quagmire and it is a job to walk around without stepping in ankle deep mud, and I suppose the rain will always be much as it is now.  It’s great for the many water buffaloes around but sad for the sad sack.  I guess this is all to this epistle, and you just keep breaking wishbones, and throwing horseshoes over your shoulder until I hit the states again.  Hey here’s an odd little request – getting soft – can you get Wylma N’s address for me?  I owe her a letter.  What do you think?

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
30 December 1944

30 December 1944

Dear Folks:

I hope you will excuse all the V-mail I have been using lately but I haven’t much stationery and then this has to travel a hell of a long way, and I think this is the surer and faster way.  Had a letter from Dad tonight and good and interesting as ever.  You were discussing Dick and his post war future and so I thought I’d write about what I might do.  Dreaming of when I get back and what I’ll do is a very important part of my thoughts and I have a lot of time to put to them. I think the first thing is to take a good, independent, lazy rest, with nothing to do.  And after that I want to take advantage of this education deal.  But when I arrive at the conclusion that this is what I’ll do, I think I ought to get started in something but then I think the best way to do this is to go back to school and pitch in like nobody’s business and get all I can out of it.  Of course I’d like to get married too – I’ll probably be thirty before I can get around to it.  I was almost a kid when I came in this army but here I am 26 already and will probably be twenty-eight when it’s over.  Although I’ve been travelling around quite a bit, I think I’d like to take a honeymoon in Mexico or Panama or Brazil.  What do you think of all this?  On your letter today I noticed you are still using APO 969 – I thought by now you would surely have my new APO of 235.  It’s a fairly nice evening here tonight and pretty quiet.  It’s just a littler after supper and some of the boys (are) playing cards and others listening to the GI radio.  On this radio we can get almost any station in the world and we listen to the bull from Berlin, London, Tokyo and Japanese controlled China.  Australia also has some good programs.  After it gets dark there is little to do for there is a pretty rigid blackout and the Japs might come flying over looking around. My work has been going at a good pace and it seems to me the administrative work of the army is increasing.  Lugging our typewriters, field desks, and records we sometimes get a rib from the other sections but just the same plenty will depend on these records in the future.  I have been thinking of increasing my allotment, but believe I will send treasury checks from ‘Frisco so if you get one it’s from me.  There is almost no way to spend money here and lugging it around, it might get misplaced.  That is one good aspect to this situation.  From where I sit, it looks like the Philippines are shaping up for a good loss for Japan.  At the first I guess it was a little tough but things are coming around.  The Japanese on the radio are admitting the situation is becoming very serious.  I hate the guts of every Jap.  One morning a Jap came around the area and he was blasted in a hurry.  They’re sneaky as hell.  In these grass huts that were burned usually there is several burned, crisp Japs lying around.  Some of them are very gruesome, as you can probably imagine.  You can certainly tell when any dead ones are around but the terrific stench – boy it’s something awful.  Well it’s beginning to get a little dark, so guess I’ll finish off the evening by listening to the radio and maybe some of that good stuff from the ‘old country’.  I read about guys getting home everyday but it doesn’t seem to come this way.  The same routine every day, and the slim prospects of getting back on furlough sometimes darken my outlook but it will come some sweet day, and like Mom (said), that will be Christmas no matter what day it is.  Yesterday we had an issue of four bottles of beer, but don’t worry about us getting too much.  I believe this is it for tonight – tomorrow night is New Year’s Eve  – wow here is 1945.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
20 November 1944

20 November 1944

Dear Folks:

I’ve let up on my writing this week for no good reason, so I better resolve to do something about it tonight.  I’ll pull up a bottle of beer and maybe I can think a little better.  Dan Gettman came in just a few minutes ago, bringing with him an armful of Star Heralds that I was anxious to read.  I glanced over them briefly but will read them more carefully tomorrow.  The latest one is dated September 8 so the news isn’t very current although it’s all interesting.  Yesterday four old Free Presses caught up with (the mail) and I’ve still got them stuck under my pillow to read over a few times more before they find their way into the wastebasket.  Well getting papers means also that some packages, the first in several months, came, and I received one from you marked Box 1 on the cards.  The popcorn was the first I’ve seen since leaving Oahu, and tonight we plan to pop it after the show, if we can mooch a little butter from the kitchen.  We have a small one burner stove that we cook on when the kitchen isn’t operating, and I think the pot will be large enough to do the job.  And for supper tonight I enjoyed the olives.  You know how I love ‘em, and of course I almost made a meal of them.  The mess sergeant just came by and said I could get the butter so we’re set.  On the humorous side, the can of Vienna sausages has made me the brunt of several jokes.  You see Vienna sausages are about as common on the menu as Spam, and served as often.  And knowing the jokes connected with Spam you can see what they’ve been saying to me.  But then you couldn’t know about that.  But that’s alright you know I can still use them.  Quite a sizable shipment of boxes came in so everyone is enjoying eats of some kind or another.

Had a letter from Bill E and one from Glen last week and both of them seemed to like the high life they saw in Paris.  At least those guys over there are around people that are about like us and not so foreign to them as the Japs.  I see a Jap plane is to be displayed at the County Fair-I wished you would have seen all the ones I did, wrecked ones, that is.

Saw the show “Bathing Beauty” last night and if you saw it too you know the howling that must have gone on.  I’d like to see more like it-no army or war in it.  Two nights ago a military band came over for a concert, but they were a pretty sick crew in my estimation.

I don’t know what I’m going to write about now, not much exciting has happened.  Washed out some clothes and other ‘unmentionables’ as the women say, and then after supper went up to hear the news.  From the Philippine station, I heard mention of Arthur Veysey, who used to report for the Star Herald now with the AP, I believe.  I can imagine how tonight the guys down there are having it and I hope it is ended before long.  Noticed in the Star Herald that Shirley Heldt is married, she had weak knees over J. Conklin for a time.  Haven’t played much bridge lately, but would like to get going again.  Our cards are getting pretty do-eared, but as long as we don’t lose one we’ll be alright.  Pinochle seems to be the big game around here but I’m not interested in it very much.  You should get two bonds sometime in November for September and October-they have a new deal on now-sent only when we get paid so if they don‘t come for a month you will know I didn’t get paid.  Think I’ll get a couple of GI bonds too.  Haven’t heard from Dick for some time-I’ll have to get on him and make him write a little.  Would certainly like to see him again.  About a week ago we started giving classes in shorthand to the clerks, but I don’t think the effort will be successful.  It takes too long and requires too much practice.  Don’t use mine much anymore but dabble around once in a while.  Was reading in the Star Herald about the university courses-sounds good and how I’d like to be in some of it.  I’ll bet I wouldn’t do any fooling around this time and I‘d get down to brass tacks.  I didn’t loaf while I was there but I’d get more done the next time.  The last few days have been corkers-rained all the time-got everything damp and put mud all over.  Aired out a few things today so they won’t mold.

I guess this is the last act-can’t dig up anything more so guess I’ll have to quit.  Think I’ve put on a pound or two lately and feel fine.  Keep the home fires burning and in church every Sunday when they pray, you add ‘and I hope he gets a furlough’.  Thank you so much for the box, and I hope the next ones won’t be far off.

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
12 September 1944

12 September 1944

Dear Folks:

The mail boat came through today and I rated five – not a bad take.  Mom’s two letters were full of quite a bit of interesting stuff and I thought they deserved an early answer so here I go.  Also got the pictures of Stevie – boy he looks like a real jewel and you don’t know how much I would like to see him.  I had wished that Katie would have been in one of them but maybe I can get one of her later.  It’s no wonder you are so proud of Stevie and I’ll (bet) he’s created the biggest stir in the household since our last baby – I mean yours.  Well guess I’ll take out your letters and use them to get some ideas.  First I’ll write about Dick.  I first heard he had been injured when a fellow from our outfit came from Saipan and said he saw Dick there.  I didn’t know how bad he was hurt so immediately made arrangements to get over (there).  When I saw him he looked good and was having life easy on a cot with sheets – white ones too.  He told me what had happened and made me promise I would write nothing about it to you.  He was afraid you would become unduly worried and no matter how much we would try to say it was only light injury, you would still be very upset.  So I said okeh although I thought we should tell you.  He was hurt while rounding up groups of snipers still holding out in the limestone caves on the northern end of the island.  His group suffered heavily and he was lucky to get out.  He was caught and forced to hug the ground for two hours while they got him out.  Of course there’s a lot more to it, but someday he’ll be able to tell you – if he will.  You wondered where he got hit.  He had pieces in his feet, his legs and two in his back, and also well er—he got a piece that missed his private parts by a fraction of an inch.  He laughed about that, and joked about what might have happened.  You can imagine.  And oh yes, they have American nurses – quite a few of them.  The day I visited Dick it was rainy and muddy and they were running around in slacks and GI shoes, more like doughboys than women.  They were the first white women I’d seen since leaving Oahu.  Also at the hospital they have Chamorro girls working.  They are very shy and modest, but soon pick up some common GI slang.

I sent the souvenirs home about the 6th or 7th of August but I think I told you about that.  I insured them, so if the box don’t break up you’ll probably get them alright.

I don’t hardly know what to say about the Christmas deal, but you know since I’ve been here what I’ve missed quite a bit is fruit juices.  So put in a couple cans of tomato juice, some orange juice, and something like that.  Also any other canned treats that you think I might like – maybe chicken, olives. Right now I’d give a fortune for some of that stuff.  And I would like to have you buy Dick a watch like mine with my compliments – I’m afraid his would break up with what he has to do, and one like I have would be just the thing.  I would also like to have a birthstone ring, and a couple of watch straps – they go fast in this damp climate.  And rather oddly maybe some pictures of home from the outside and some inside ones too if you can get them.  I always wonder how the different rooms must look now.  A cigarette lighter that will work in the wind with some flints would be a good thing.  I know they are hard to get but perhaps you might run across one.  A couple of good card decks.  And here’s one—some licorice.  This must sound like the flimsical whims that come over pregnant women but I would be glad to get any one of them.  And also stick in a law book.  Gram got my last one from a publishing company in Minnesota – I wish I could give you the exact name but I can’t think of it.  I want one on Torts.  You know I sure miss the books I left behind but they would be badly beat up if I had brought them along.  I get so impatient for the war to get over so that I can get in a position where I can study it for good.  I’m going to get Dick by the ears and if nothing unforeseen comes along we’re both going back to the University and take advantage of the tuition and expenses deal.  The two of us would be eligible for $118 a month and we could get along famously on that.  That would be considerably better than my first year I spent there although it was a year I wouldn’t have missed.  I think Dick would be glad to do it.

I wished you and Dad would have stayed in Denver and had a good time and I’ll bet the telegram changed your plans.  When I get back we’ll go away for about a month into the mountains and be the damndest laziest people you ever saw.  It’s always been one of my wants to take you two someplace where there wouldn’t be anyone to bother you.

Well Mom I think I’ve answered all the questions I can.  You know I guess I’m a screwball but I miss my fiddle and when I  hear some good music on the radio wish I could pick it up and piddle around with it.  But I can never listen to any good classical music because everyone else wants swing.  The office has been humming despite our field conditions, and it would certainly be a relief to be able to get away for a while.

One thing I did overlook.  Word flashed around partially rumor and partially fact that the army was developing a point system whereby the ones with the most points would be released first – after the defeat of Germany.  It works on the plan of service, overseas service, dependents, and medals with so many points for each.  Lately it has become as socially important to know how many points you have as it is to wear shoes.  It is the high ranking subject around here, as it must be in all outfits but I can’t see myself being released until it is over.

I started to finish once and maybe I will this time.  Jack showed me a clipping of the letters in the Free Press and I didn’t think they were so long.  Jack sent you some pictures of us that are pretty good and I’m fortunate to be near him.

I guess this is the final act but I won’t say goodnight or goodbye this time, just lots of love and a toast to a quick end of this mess.

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

16 August 1944

16 August 1944

Dear Folks:

It’s time I was writing you again, and several good things to report.  Yesterday I made a flying visit to Saipan again and once more saw Jack.  We see each other fairly often although you can never tell which one will be the last one.  Well after I got back I saw the mail orderly sweating out six or so bags of mail and I was hoping your package would be on this load.  Sure enough it was.  The watch is exactly the thing I wanted and I’m nuts about it. I almost hated to wear it.  This batch of mail was the first time we had received anything but first class mail, and now everyone is reading their hometown papers and magazines.  I received three issues of the Free Press, the earliest dated 11 [illegible] and the last June 8 so I must have a bunch more floating around somewhere.  But no matter how old they were they were gobbled up eagerly.  I see I rated the paper with a little about my visit with Bob Harris.  I hope Dick has received his issues by this time.  Anyway with all the mail and packages the morale [illegible] a while anyway.  Boy that stuff has to come a h__ of a long ways.  Yesterday [illegible] the news of the landings in Southern France and it seems that things [illegible] lasting in Europe.  Incidentally I listened to the Nazi commentator [illegible] and it was almost ridiculous to hear his account and then listen [illegible] only after he spoke the axis overseas musical program for the Allied [illegible] with the comment it was especially for the ‘boys on Saipan”.  [illegible]  yesterday I took quite a comprehensive look at the island from the [illegible] was rather surprised to find how nice looking an island it is. [illegible] look out and see almost all of the island, with [illegible] the rolling slopes, green and laid out with [illegible] imagine the maddened Japanese occupying such a [illegible] every battle the Japanese put up their [illegible] it was equally as bloody and dis- [illegible] fourteen Jap officers who had [illegible].  They are nothing short of [illegible] certain we came to the airport [illegible] every one had a burned Jap plane [illegible] climbed into the cockpit of one [illegible] Japs lost so many planes on the [illegible].

[illegible] well that is the typical [illegible] can smell a Jap before you can [illegible] it rains often.  Our office [illegible] rain out and provides a little [illegible] time.  I’m very fine as usual [illegible] can’t worry about me.  I’ll see Dick in a [illegible].

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
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