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22 May 1945

22 May 1945

Dear folks:

Two letters from the home front today—one from each of you so that deserves a letter from me.

I see Mom tried to figure points and I knew you would.  Yes, I have more than the required 85 and I hope it means something.

Reading a newspaper clipping today it says that over three hundred thousand are to be released from the Pacific this year.  We heard a lot of stuff but it’s a little early to see how it will work, but I can’t help but feel that eventually something good will come of it. Dick gets 5 points for his Purple Heart.  A few fellows left from the battalion this morning for a furlough in the states and they came around and shook hands and said goodbye.  It’s quite an occasion. They had their choice of taking a furlough or waiting for rotation and decided on the former.

I just took a bath in that shower I described to you last night and right now I feel good.  The Jap artillery has considerably slackened off and that helps my nerves very much.

Last night the Japanese pulled another of their fanatical bonzai attacks for an hour and a half. Our artillery and naval ships laid down an unending hail of shells.  There was a constant distant rumble.  Often the ships sitting offshore use tracers, and you can easily follow their trajectory as they go high in the air and lob into Jap territory.  At the same time they attempted another landing, and you could see our ship’s lights and flares showing up the beach like daylight.  Jap barges were barely discernible from where I was, and I understand not a one of them got to shore.  The fighting on the south end of the island must be a classic example of the fury, the slaughter and devastation that erupts from war.  They say Noba is completely leveled and the stench of the dead is nauseating.  With some two hundred thousand civilians cramped in the little area you can imagine the suffering and death that must be everywhere.

But my own situation continues favorable and less dangerous.  I am fortunate to be behind the lines.  Once in a while some infantrymen come over to listen to our radio and I notice a surprising number have graying hair.

The last few nights I have found something to do.  I’ve been working crossword puzzles.  I go over to the aid station where they have lights, and the evening goes very fast that way.  As a matter of fact time seems to slip by very fast.  It seems like I no more than get started in the day, before it’s over.

The rain hasn’t been bad lately as a matter of fact the weather has been good, although tonight the sky looks like a storm may be brewing.

I’m sure you don’t reread my letters any more than I do yours.  Every time I get a free moment I pull one out and read over and over the letter and reread some parts I like.  But I know how anxious you are and I worry sometimes that you may worry too much, but I’m sure if we can all stick it out for 6 or 9 months longer, all will come out alright.  I keep your mail and save it for Dick.

I know last Sunday was Mother’s Day and I hope very much that you received my V-mail card.

Well it’s beginning to get dusk and I better make up my bed and get this letter off.  I have to make my bed a special way so that cold won’t leak in.

So much for this time.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
12 May 1945

12 May 1945

Dear folks:

Had a nice letter from Dad today so I feel like I better answer it.  I could feel in the letter that you are worrying a lot, and more than you really should, because I’m sure everything will come out alright.

Nobody is talking anything else these days but discharge and rotation since the WD announced it’s new plan.  But I keep feeling that someone along the line will put the kibosh on it.  It seems like this outfit seldom gets a break.  Today we got a furlough quota of 2 while almost everyone in the battery is eligible.  You see how tough it is to get one.  This is the first quota since back on Tinian.  It seems like all this stuff is meat dangled in front of you but you can never quite reach it.  But what I am chiefly interested in is that something takes effect before I get in another operation.

Had a letter from Aunt Edna and one from Pat today.  So I rated pretty good on the mail.  But I should (since) I’m trying to keep it coming by writing often.  Still no mail from Wylma, can’t figure it out—at least an answer.

Early this morning the Japs sent some shells this way but it didn’t last long.  The shellings are less frequent than before.  According to the radio, they have killed over 38,000 Japs which is a pile of them.  An infantryman told me they counted 537  Japs in one cave.  As an idea of how the Japs are dug in, is well illustrated by the story D. Carroll told me.  He said he saw one cave dug in a hillside capable of holding 25-30 vehicles.  You can imagine how hard it is to dig them out.  They use slit trenches as deep as 20 feet and pillboxes two or three stories with several exits and entrances.  The hills are honeycombs of tunnels and fortified caves. But despite the better fight in the Southern end, there is great construction activity on the other, and every night the lights look like a fair sized city.  When an air raid sounds one by one the lights snuff out.  Then comes the buzz of a plane and suddenly the sky fills with streams of tracers, bullets, and more often than not, the plane bursts into flames and crashes.  We watch the show and pull like hell that the gunners will get him.  If they do, we cheer and if they don’t we think they aren’t worth a damn.

Well, so much for tonight.  Tomorrow is Sunday and I hope we can have church services.  We probably will.  Dick is okay and so am I.  I’m feeling good.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
6 May 1945

6 May 1945

Dear folks:

About an hour before church so perhaps I can write you a few short lines before then.  Communion is being held today and as a special treat we will have an organ.  A small portable one but it sounds good.

Mail is continuing to come in good—both 1st and 4th.  Yesterday got a package from June and today two Free Presses and March Reader’s Digest, so I’m expecting the February package any time.

I thought I better write too today because you have probably been reading about the Jap counterattack in which they landed behind our lines and we shot down 168 Jap planes.  Well I was in my foxhole all night listening to artillery shells land but they did no damage, and aside from the tenseness all I got from it was more battle experience, of which I’ve had all I want.  And Dick is okay.  You can rest at ease about him.

My partner is trying to get me to buy in on a fruit orchard in Texas.  His dad wants to sell it to him at $200 an acre for twenty acres or $4,000, and us split the cost.  He figures in five years under normal years it will bring in an estimated $10,000 yearly and in 15 years will represent a value of 15 to 20 thousand.  His dad has his own farms in Kansas and wants to sell the orchard.  That’s a pretty cheap price.  Right now his dad gets about $1,500 yearly but it is not all planted.  Well it’s an idea and it sounds like a good investment but lots to think about.

Well better wash up a little for church so better get ready.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
4 May 1945

4 May 1945

Dear folks:

Just received a letter from Dad this afternoon and before I do anything, I’m going to answer it.  I’m about as happy as you were on receiving my letter on meeting Dick for I know the news would be good to you.  Probably by now you have received my letter of a few days describing our afternoon visit.  I know how anxious you become as you read the papers but it isn’t as bad as that for me.  Last night was hectic and one I would like to forget.  The Japs shelled us about all night and so I couldn’t sleep.  Boy, that whistle is bad to hear.  I’ve felt like sleeping all day but I want to be good and tired for tonight so maybe I can sleep through some of it.  We sleep dug in and it’s as safe there as any place.  I hope we soon have their artillery silenced.

Censorship has also allowed us to reveal a little about the Special Attack Corps or suicide Divers of the Japanese, those guys that make you pretty nervous when riding on a boat.  This is about the only way they can hit anything.  I have seen them crash dive ships and once saw a boat in our own convoy hit.  That’s about the first thing we think of on a boat when we see a Jap plane.  Some time ago I saw a little item in my paper that I picked up from Radio Tokyo.  It said the 63 girls and a professor had cut off their fingers and with the bloody ends, prepared Jap flags.  Later they were sent to pilots of the Suicide Corps who vowed they would wear them in their caps when diving into American ships.  Kind of crazy huh?

As things look from day to day, both here and in Europe, I become more confident of returning home, so now I’m just praying I can preserve myself through this one and then hope my wishes materialize.  Surely they must.  Perhaps when I get home we can play some of the poker you mentioned—you know poker is a part of the Army.  I’ve played very little myself but occasionally to avoid boredom I get in a little game.

Well, I think my foxhole colleagues and I plan to have a little home prepared snack from our recent stock received from the ‘old country’.  The ledge on our foxhole is pretty well filled up with canned goods so will probably whip something up if it doesn’t get too hot.

Better stop about here for one more time.

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
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

26 August 1944

26 August 1944

Dear folks:

I just finished a game of volleyball and in this weather that’s pretty strenuous.  Now I smell like a goat and will have to take a bath in a Japanese tub that we found.  Our water supply for bathing and washing clothes is mostly rainwater.  Almost every shack has a barrel with a drain pipe stock in the top.  The day before yesterday I was out with the major and we pretty well covered all the island in his jeep.  In one area at the southern end of the island we went into some of the caves where the Japs hid out when the Jig was up.  There are still plenty of them there and only yesterday 64 were taken prison.  We went into one large cave that had been hit with a big naval shell and we estimated there was between sixty or seventy dead ones there.  In another we found two who had hanged themselves and their headless bodies were leaned against the wall and their heads still hanging on the wire.  But a little time in those places and the stench nearly knocks you out, so we didn’t stick around long.

I was scheduled to see Dick last Sunday on Saipan.  I was going to fly over but I couldn’t get away.  Don’t know whether I will see him again or not.  I wasn’t going to mention this but now that he is well and the same as ever again, I guess it’s all right.  On August the 5th he was injured when a Jap grenade went off near him and he got about a half dozen pieces in his legs and feet and back.  He was sent to the hospital, and when I first got news about it I flew over to see him.  When I got there he was getting along fine and able to walk in the chow line.  He wouldn’t let me tell you about it and so I didn’t write anything, but he wasn’t seriously hurt so I thought is was all right.  He was in the hospital until about the 11th or 12th and then released.  He was a little shaken and damn glad to see me, but I assure you he is as fine as ever and the injury will have no effect whatsoever upon him.  Undoubtedly he will be awarded the Purple Heart and maybe he has it by now.  He will have plenty to tell you when he gets back.  But please don’t worry for he is in the best of health.

Now that the 2nd class mail has begun to catch up I have papers and magazines all over the place.  The box of seeds came the day before yesterday and in good shape and now I can sit around and munch them when mealtime seems a long way off.  Danny Gettman brings in armloads of Star Heralds and it’s a job to read all of them, but I don’t mind it.  Jack Conklin and I swapped news and he told me Mildred Roberts was getting a divorce—How did it last as long as it did?  He had a lot of other news and it’s all interesting.  I haven’t received a letter from you for about a week now, but I suppose it will come in with a rush someday.  Jack read me a few of his letters and in all of them everyone back there seems very optimistic and sees a bright future for the end of the war.  I hope they don’t get too optimistic because there’s a long way to go yet, but everything does look pretty good on the whole.

Well I think I better stop and get ready to crawl in.  I hope this letter doesn’t startle you and you won’t worry about Dick, because in all honesty he is fine.  Yesterday two fellows left on furlough to the states and I would have given them two hundred dollars for their papers but I don’t think they would bat an eye at that price.  I couldn’t blame them.  Don’t get your hopes up about me getting back for the quota is so small it’s almost nothing and is more like dangling a piece of meat in front of a dog just to keep him going.  Maybe the rotation plan will treat me better although that’s a year away yet.  Well that’s enough for tonight, so I’ll just go to bed and think about all of you like I’ve done for a long time now.

Love,

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20 August 1944

20 August 1944

Dear Folks:

I’ll try my patience tonight and see if I can write a letter in long hand for a change.  Maybe you can’t read it around the end but here goes.  This is Saturday night again but it just as well be any night I guess.  Maybe I can make it to church in the morning if nothing unforeseen comes up.  Well I had a little excitement during my tour yesterday.  While driving along in a jeep at the southern end of the island, we spotted a Jap running in the bushes and trying to dodge around a burned up truck.  We let go a few rounds at him and soon he came out hands up.  We stripped him down to his bare then took him to intelligence.  He was scared to death and thought for sure we were going to kill him in short order.  He was injured pretty badly and flies were all around him.  Later we gave him a can of rations and he dug into them as fast as he could.  Every time we gave him a cigarette or did anything for him he would bow his head very reverently two or three times.

I can’t think of much to write about.  We are getting somewhat stabilized here now and the garrison routines are coming back.  We have two volleyball courts constructed and several teams have been organized in the battery for a playoff.  My game isn’t so hot but I get in once in a while.

Dan Gettman brought in a slug of Star Heralds a few days ago and we talked about your visit with his mother.  He’s a typical valley Russian but a pretty good egg.

Hope I can see Dick in the next few days and swap mail with him.  He probably has quite a few.

I wished I could think of something more to write but can’t seem to tonight.  So I’ll stop this and get ready for those “cool clean sheets” and that “late Sunday morning sleep”.  (Yes, I’m kiddin’).

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
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,

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