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21 April 1945

21 April 1945

Dear Folks:

So much mail has been coming in from you folks that I would feel like a heel if I did not write you every opportunity I have.  This has been a fairly quiet day and it looks like tonight before dark I might have time to get a few letters off.  Some of the boys killed a hog so for supper tonite we enjoyed pork – good treat it was.

I was sorry to hear that you did not get the sandals but in talking to some of the fellows they said that perhaps the hemp used in them might contain insects or germs.  I couldn’t tell from your letters whether you received the bolo knife complete with the case or what.  Dad said only the handle came and Mom sounded like the whole thing arrived.  I don’t wonder that you don’t understand how it is used but a Filipino almost builds his life around it.  He can build a house, split coconuts, get food with it and fight with it.  Even the smallest boys carry one.  I know you would have liked the sandals.

In your letters were many clippings which I’m always anxious to get.  I think that in as much as the Free Press is many months in coming it would be a good idea to put a copy in an envelope and mail it first class – in that way it is somewhat recent.

In connection with requests here is another.  I’m publishing a battalion newspaper and it is to be run off on the mimeograph.  Now the request is this.  In order to reproduce headlines and column headings onto a stencil we need print letters which are usually cut out of cellulose so they can be traced onto the stencil.  There may be other means that I don’t know about but that is one.  So when you are in ‘Bluffs perhaps, LeRoys or Rominger’s or a stationary and supply house, could fix me up.

No, I haven’t received the packages you mailed last February but perhaps these will come through.

On today’s mail I had two letters each from Mom and Dad, and I wished I was allowed to tell you how fast they came.  I would certainly like to get home now when spring is beginning to green the land and to see the house.

Yes, I was certainly shocked at the President’s death and undoubtedly he will rank as one of the world’s greatest men.  And Ernie Pyle too.  I understand he was here on Okinawa for awhile before going to Ice Island.  He was buried in the army cemetery there along with GI’s he wrote so skillfully about.

I think your letters are very good Dad, contrary to your occasional reference to their inferiority, and I know it isn’t always easy to write.  I gather that your business is doing good and I’m sure it is.  I knew you could do good when you got the opportunity.  So much has happened since I left – more probably than you realize.

I haven’t seen Dick in the last 2 days.  He is very busy to say the least.  He is certainly a good kid and he is all around okeh.  And the Army is not coercing him. I will let you know when I see him again.

Had a letter from Nancy today and from the more mature tone of her letters, I can hardly reconcile her to the youngster she was when I left.  It is beginning to look like the Mosses are getting romantically inclined.  I think Dick is more than interested in Helen Emick and I would certainly like him to promote that gal.  I’m aching for the quietness, contentedness, and satisfaction that I hope I can soon have in my own home.  I’m developing into a family man and I hope before too many years, a part of that ambition will materialize.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
18 February 1945

18 February 1945

Dear Folks:

Here it is Sunday again and even over here that means some respite even if it isn’t much.  This morning the protestant chaplain had communion services.  The chapel is a squad tent and the dirt floor comprises the seats.  The altar is a homemade wooden affair while on either side are candles set in candlesticks made from shell cases.  A small portable organ adds a slight civilian touch to the scenery but the crowd doesn’t sing out too much, most of the songs are in too high a key.  I’ve seen services held in many places and under varying circumstances and I’m sure that if you could have seen a few of them it would have struck a sentimental note within you.  The one I remember most was a service I saw here on the island.  We were riding in trucks when I saw a long line of infantry men who looked as though they were waiting for (a) show.  They were still in combat (clothing) and of course were very dirty and tired.  Their rifles were on their backs, as well as some other equipment.  They were lined up beside a gutted, blackened shack that perhaps they themselves had fired and destroyed only a short time ago.  Around the corner, offering a slight bit of privacy, was a Catholic priest dressed in his white robes hearing confessions.  The priest had a small wooden box with a cross on it and the men knelt before it.  There was many men there and too (many) have wanted church under those conditions they surely must have felt a great need for help and prayer.  Quite a paradoxical situation.  That was just one scene and more are going on everywhere.  Well so much for church.

I mailed the bolo (knife) and sandals today and I hope it has more luck in reaching you than yours to me.  Be careful when you open it, the scabbard is off and the blade is exposed and it’s sharp as a razor.

Most of the afternoon I took it easy and read a little and later two Filipinos came around trying to trade off a bolo so we haggled about that awhile.  They try to jew you out of all they can, and at first they got away with it.

Dan Gettman was over for a while yesterday but only a few minutes.

Had a letter from Dad today – your layout of the town is darn good. It sounds like plenty of changes have taken place.

As far as news goes, there isn’t much to relate, so I’ll wind up here.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
16 February 1945

16 February 1945

Dear folks,

I just finished cleaning up my mess then lit up a cigar and opened a beer and now ready to spend the balance of the evening writing letters—and always you’re the first on the list.  I made the mess while trying to build a box to send the bolo and the scandals and finally completed the job and I think it will stick together at that.  I had a Filipino girl get the scandals for me and she did pretty good.  She’s also the laundry girl.

About four nights I saw a leg show with real white girls and civilians.  The USO put on ‘Hellz-poppin’.  There must have been a dozen chorus girls and two or three men.  Needless to say the theater area was packed and the fact that a brisk shower cut loose had little effect on the guys.  Neither did the singer complain—she just stood in the rain and kept going.  It was full of laughs and with the right amount of spice.  It was the best overseas show I’ve seen yet.  I hope we can have more of them.

Had another letter today—a V-letter from Mom.  I’m afraid I can’t answer the questions you put in that one.

Also two Free Presses came along but haven’t had much time to read them yet.  Did see the pictures of the Sage boys, but the boys.  I can imagine the banker Sage is quite a cigar smoking important individual.

A few days ago last week a Red Cross dame came around with a truckload of cold Coke and peanuts so we lined up with our mess cups and drank up.  She had on slacks with the pants rolled up and about everyone was looking in the same direction.  We must be getting to be wolves, huh?

I wished I could think of more to write about but nothing seems to want to pop up.  I can’t help but feel that this year sometime we will either get a few furloughs or rotation.  In every Free Press I read about fellows getting back.  It seems like everyone has been home at some time or other.  It’s hard to imagine myself getting home.  About every night we get a strong blow and lots of rain and sometimes I think the tents will come down.  If they would we’d be a sorry bunch of wet rats.  A rain can from out of a clear sky in five minutes and then it all cuts loose.  And after that it’s hot as hell.  Had steaks for dinner yesterday with good dark gravy so that was a treat.

That’s really all I’m good for so this is it.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
5 November 1944

5 November 1944

Dear Folks:

I guess it’s high time I tortured this typewriter again and see if I can’t take care of a few current unanswered letters.  Just finished off another Sunday, an easy loafing one although a ball game this morning took a little of the vinegar out of me, and this afternoon I had no trouble sleeping.  I play shortstop on the team but my prowess is doubtful.

Well last night after the show two communiques from your front were here–one with the drawing of the house layout.  Even though you’re no civil engineer Dad it was plenty okeh and I looked at it a long time before I had to go to bed because I couldn’t stay awake any longer.  Of course I have the whole thing figured out in my mind and I’m sure it’s fully as nice as I think it is, and you don’t know how much I’d like to make an inspection.

Hey you people when you see any clippings about me or any of the others, cut it out and put it in the envelope.  We haven’t received any 2nd class mail in two months and if I have to wait for the papers I may never receive it.  So the next letter be sure and get those articles you mentioned and send them.  I’m pretty anxious to see them.  I don’t know how many Free Presses must be on the way but I know the number is pretty high.

Perhaps the biggest thing since D-Day happened today.  We all had the long delayed pleasure of sinking our fangs into some fresh meat.  Good old steak, and besides this there was the rest to go with it, so my outlook improved considerably today.  After this I reposed in customary Sunday style on the bunk, read a while then slept until about four.  The Army should have more days like that.

Those much discussed but elusive furloughs were again given out a few days back, but its wait some more for me.  We had the drawings at the theatre, walking by a can and grabbing a slip, and the one I pulled out was the blankest looking slip of paper I ever saw.  I felt a little tense like the fellows you wrote about, and when it was over felt let down and a little defeated, but there’ll be another day (I hope).  To be eligible you must have two year’s overseas service, so Dick won’t be eligible until about next May or June, I believe.  If it is possible to get a quota every month perhaps my time won’t be far off, although getting the quota may be problematical.

Another high spot in last week’s seven days was the first payday in six months, and of course everyone is loaded with dough.  I arranged a sort of Christmas present for you and I hope I can send it in my next letter.  Working in personnel I’m glad to see everyone paid off as it means less paper work and liquidates a lot of little things to accumulate.

Also received a letter from Nancy last night and she sounds like she’s growing up.  I’ll be plenty surprised when I have my first look at Philip and her because probably I don’t realize how much they’ve actually changed.

I think I better take off for the cinema–our shows start at six so I have to hurry to write you.  I really enjoy your letters Dad.  You put all the stuff in that interests me more than you think, and your style doesn’t make any difference.  I wish I could tell you all I know because of course every GI has his ideas about what will happen next but I can’t say anything about that.  Probably you have read about the little excitement we had the other night.  Well I’ve really gotta stop and I’ll be around again soon.

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
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

18 July 1944

18 July 1944

[Harold types]

Dear Folks:

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

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

[Dick handwrites]

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

Love,

Dick

14 May 1944

14 May 1944

Dear Folks:

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

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

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

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

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

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
10 May 1944

10 May 1944

Dear Folks:

Guess I better be dropping you a line or I’ll be getting behind again.  Time moves along pretty fast.  Dick and I went to town last Sunday but the place was so crowded got pretty disgusted.  Spent the afternoon at Waikiki.  The traffic along the avenue was something terrible and it’s a job to even use the street.  Sunday before last Dick saw an all star baseball game and told me he saw Bob Harris.  Later he talked to him in the dressing room and guess they enjoyed quite a little bull session about Minatare.  Sorry I couldn’t see him.  Got the Free Press today and read about Parker’s trip to North Carolina.  How in the ___ can they do it?  A few days ago I sent my photo album home.  Didn’t want anything to happen to it so thought I better send it.

Well this isn’t hardly what you could call a letter but have to send something along.  Will write more tomorrow.  Going to visit Dick tomorrow too.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
26 April 1944

26 April 1944

Dear Folks:

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

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

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

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

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

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
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