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28 February 1945

28 February 1945

Dear Folks:

I’m afraid this week won’t be much of a letter but I’m fiddling around so just as well write.  Just listened to the news and it’s very good.  Sounds like a big break through in Europe, am still sticking with the first of May.

A guy in my barracks has been talking to me about buying some citrus fruit land in the Rio Grande in Texas after the war.  He’s been giving me all the dope and talking it up pretty strong.  He’s been quoting figures, costs, help, machinery, and so forth and for all I know about it, it sounds good.  His dad is a Kansas wheat farmer and he has an orchard down there.  We’ve had a lot of fun talking about it and if he keeps (it) up I may get interested.  He figures on 20 acres at $150 an acre, and after three years or more, an estimated gross income of $3,000.00.  He’s got it all figured out.  It sounds good but of course a lot may happen before the war is over.  We figured on a government loan and the expert advice help of his old man.  It’s (a) great pastime to plan it.

The rain is coming down in a furious driving gale and sometimes I’m afraid the tent will give way.  If it should, we’re sunk.

Am going to the hospital tomorrow for the results of my urinalysis.  Have felt pretty good today except for right now which began after supper.

Had a nice letter from my Washington reporter.  She has certainly set a record in letter writing.  She sent a Valentine card and is always enclosing a small book that she thinks I would like.  When I was in Fort Lewis, she would bake me cookies and take me to Seattle and Tacoma.  She thinks a lot of me.  Better write her tonight.

A short epistle tonight but a letter regardless.  So until the next one.

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
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
16 September 1944

16 September 1944

Dearest Folks:

Yesterday was a banner day (as my banner days go).  During the morning I had been a way from camp doing a little firing and when I returned about eleven Jack came busting in like a Kansas cyclone.  Now the situation was reversed, I had been going over to see him and here he was chatting with me in my boudoir.  He had gone to Aslito airfield on Saipan on his day off and while there decided to pay me a visit.  He went to operations and found that in order to get over (here) he needed a signed certificate to the effect that he was officially off duty, and having only a few minutes he got such a slip from an engineer captain and so just made the plane over.  Said he was a little outranked on the plane – opposite him was a colonel and two lieutenant colonels.  After a long trip of four minutes he landed at Tinian and immediately started to find my outfit.  First he hooked a ride with (a) navy chief who took him in a general direction.  Next he was picked up by a Seabee and finally after a half dozen lifts, he found me.  You usually wander around in fifty different directions trying to find an outfit.  Jack came over on some picture business and brought a little New York photographer with a camera the size of a typewriter case.  The major was good enough to let us use his jeep and so from noon until five we traveled the length and breadth of the island and I pointed out to Jack and Jake the interesting points.  They were happy to have a look around and we were especially lucky to get a car to do it in.  They ran around getting the choice shots and while they were doing it I wondered how by the fortunes of luck and war Jack and I were nosing through the debris of Tinian, much as we had knocked around together back home.  Every now and then when we would ride along or do something we could liken to a similar situation back in Nebraska.  Jack was wearing a shoulder holster and dark glasses and looked like a swashbuckling commando general.  We went in some rough places and the jeep nearly threw us all out more than once.  Jack had been stuck pretty close to camp since being on Saipan and it was a treat for him to get out and see something.  All in all it was a good sightseeing tour and I’m sure Jack and Jake enjoyed it.  I hope to get over to Saipan once before I leave although it’s hard to lay plans much in advance.

Aside from this break in the routine tonight was another beer issue day and another three cans is waiting to be opened.  Cooling it is a problem and I don’t go for it lukewarm.

Yesterday received a notice from Reader’s Digest about a postwar deal so returned the card.  Also had a letter from Nancy.  She must be quite grown up by the tone of her letters and probably I’ll be plenty surprised at the change when I get home.  I can well imagine the changes that have taken place in three years but even at that I’ll have to treat them different when I get back.

In case you had forgotten this month is my third anniversary – I mean in the army.  The 18th will end up three years and a five percent increase in wages.  I must be getting to be what they call a veteran – although I can’t see myself one of those things.  I hope I won’t put in another hitch before I see home again.

Well I don’t know much else there is to write about.  I surely enjoy your letters too especially those l-o-n-g ones.  Probably when we are home again you will swear never to write another, and I’ll bet that gets to be as much a problem as the washing used to (be).  My correspondents are very few and aside from you I don’t do much writing, although as the war nears the end I better start looking for a spouse.  I keep thinking how lazy and ner-do-well I’m going to be for a few months after the war – and how sweet and heavenly it will be to stretch out in a full bed and when the sun comes up pull the covers up a little higher and sleep a couple more hours – or feel the heavy blanket when it’s still and frosty and freezing outside – or a hundred other little things that I think of from time to time.

So I guess I’ll know(?) off tonight and maybe open up a can before bed time.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
14 September 1944

14 September 1944

Dearest Folks:

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

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

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

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

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
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

28 July 1944

28 July 1944

Dear Folks:

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

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

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

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
19 October 1943

19 October 1943

Dear Dad:

I’ll aim this letter at you this time having received a good full page one today.  And what a day this one was.  I feel like a kid after a day at the carnival.  This morning I went over a Ranger Course that took all my strength to finish.  I was never so (tired) since the days (when) we used to climb in the mountains. To describe it most effectively I guess it’s about like some of the training pictures you so often see in newsreels.  After I finished I swore I was going to hug my bunk for the rest of the day, but a swimming party was arranged and the first thing I knew I went along.  The waves at the beach were big and powerful.  Its good fun to get in front of one and let it bowl you in to shore and that was okeh till I came down on my shoulder into a rock.  The rock took a couple of big hunks of skin off and bruised my arm a little but it feels fine now.  I wish you could have been with me today and seen the beautiful ocean and the beach.  Although to most of the guys the ‘Paradise of the Pacific’ has become a prison rock to them.  It hasn’t for me.  The more I see of this place the more I feel I want to see more of the world.  As a matter of fact I guess I daydream of many things after the war, maybe pipe dreams and impossibilities but nevertheless I think of them a lot and hope a few of them come into reality after the end.  I never become disgusted at Army routines or other things that are different to civilian life, but I do get impatient over the fact that so much of my time is being wasted when probably at no other time should it be so productive.  I guess that shouldn’t be a complaint – so many others are faced with the same thing.  Knowing that this is the case I am trying to do the next best thing and even the small advantages compensate for some of the loss.

Reading in your letter about K Lackey I can’t but help to remark.  I can’t figure that guy out, especially sitting himself in a liquor store and probably thinking up more things than ever to elucidate on.  I guess it takes all kinds.

Well Dad this is a good night to pull down the book and study till bedtime.  By this time I have read the two volumes you sent and of course I intend to (read) over them again.  Those books have become more less inanimate objects and more like friends every day, and the object of my complaint is that I can’t study them all the time.  So I guess this is all for this time.  Thanks for the long letter today.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
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