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17 February 1945

17 February 1945

Dear Folks:

What a pleasant day this has been.  After I got through today there was a small package for me and of course it was the pen and pencil set.  It is certainly a nice and beautiful set.  I will have much use for it.  I am always writing or doing paper work.  You are a good shopper and it’s exactly what I wanted, and Schaeffer is my favorite brand.

Also had a letter from Pat and she always writes a long rambling one that is really good to read.  She wants to send me something.  And also received the October issue of Reader’s Digest.  Things are gradually catching up with me.  Perhaps all packages will arrive before long.  And also had a letter from Mom.  I think I’d have a hard time finding that fellow you mentioned, it’s quite a job to locate anyone and tougher to get around.  And as he is in the Marine Air Corps, it would be harder yet.  But you can never tell.  Was glad to hear Gramp is better and especially that the pain has subsided.  But I wonder what they will do now – probably wind up back in California.  With all the Red Cross work you have, I imagine you will be very busy. But I guess all the Mosses are busy now.  How different it must be now from what it was a few years back when the care and maintenance of your brood was more than a full job.  I hope it will always be easy for both of you from now on.

It will be suppertime soon and after that will probably drink a beer and play a little cards.  Perhaps there will be a show tonight.  Got another shot yesterday and today the arm is a little tender.  Tried to get a refraction at the hospital a few days ago but they were too busy.  I have one pair but you can never tell when you might break them.  Well this is all.  I wrote this with the new pen – good stuff.  Thank you many times.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
14 February 1945

14 February 1945

Dear Folks:

Just enough time to write a letter before going to bed.  Just finished a bridge game with two officers and luckily we beat them 1200 points.  But we screwed up plenty at that.  Had a letter from Jay Echelberger a few days ago, he’s a civilian in Los Angeles.  Wants me to write him pretty bad so I better do it.

A few days ago got a hold of a nice Philippino bolo knife with a nice case and hope to get it sent pretty soon.  But first I’m waiting to get you a pair of woven sandals.  They look pretty nice and I’m sure you will like them.

I’ve been hitting darn good on the mail and don’t think I’ve missed one in a long time.  You and Dad must be kept pretty much on the move to keep up with all your correspondence.

Nothing exciting has happened to me lately so in order to make up some kind of a letter guess I’ll have to make a commentary on some of your letters.  In the first place question number 1, Aunt Bessie put in candy, some cards, some canned stuff and things like that.  Last night I received your letter with Wylma’s address in it so thought I might knock her out a letter, but after I wrote it tore it up and gave it up for a bad job.  And then I don’t know if she is a miss either.  Sometime ago there was a deal that I was to be transferred to Group Hq as a M/Sgt  but a change in commanders changed the deal.  Yes I see Dan often, he isn’t very far away and occasionally he strolls in the office ready to talk your leg off and always grinning.  Lately he has (been) bringing over stacks of Star-Heralds so I have plenty of reading material.  So darned old though, I (have) known most of the news.  I sure feel like you do about the Carroll’s and there’s hardly two bits worth in the lot.  And I don’t think Margie is much better.  And lastly I did faintly know the McVay boy although just by sight.  Received a Free Press today and a picture of Ralph Curry, who was killed in action.  Received a card and V-mail from Gram and Gramp the other day.  Gram is so good to write I must write her soon but you let her know that I think of her often and always hoping Gramp will come through in good shape and soon be around well again.

I wished I could write more and make a newsy letter out of this but I’m getting sleepy and besides there isn’t anything more so just as well quit.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
11 January 1945

11 January 1945

Dear Folks:

Just finished a pinochle game then wrote a letter to Dick and after writing to you I’ll about be ready for bed.  Get a pretty good night’s sleep too – last night took an amatol and slept soundly.  We have cats, so keep off the damp ground, and the evenings are pretty cool.  All I worry about is a Jap sneaking in but of course that is watched closely.  Didn’t work too hard today, still feel a little groggy but steadily improving.

Two letters came in tonight one from Gram and one from Washington.  It must be an effort for Gram to write and its swell of her to do it.  Glad to hear Gramp is going to Omaha – perhaps they can do him some good.  I should write to June soon – I’ll bet she’s pretty blue and busy as hell with her children.  Better write Loyd too.

From the tone of Dick’s last letter he sounded in pretty good spirits so I think he’s alright and probably enjoying what he is doing.  He’ll make out okeh.

The natives have been working around the area cleaning up and helping get (everything) arranged.  Each one has a bolo knife and with that he can do practically anything – build a house, get a dinner, build a boat or what have you.  The girls do our washing and do a pretty good job too, but they always want soap.

I’m fine, have a slight cold, and am getting used to the place.  Will write again soon.  The bill is a Jap money used when they were here.  It is worthless now.  A peso is equal to fifty cents of our money.  Am getting used to saying guess and centavo now.

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
20 September 1944

20 September 1944

Dear Folks:

Started out to see a show tonight at the Seabee camp but after getting there found there was no show there.  I’m back in camp again ready to spend a monotonous evening.  I’ll try to write one [letter] in longhand tonight although my writing is getting steadily worse.  Don’t know where to begin – not much has happened.  Got into a bridge game last night with some real competition but we finally came out on top.  Haven’t been a low man for sometime now.  We had several fine howls and missed a small slam three times.

Some of the civilians have been released on [faded] you can see a few of them walking with packs on their backs or driving two-wheel carts carrying whatever they can find to begin building again.  Of course they are under restriction and can only move in certain areas.  I still hate the looks of all of them – they look too sour and mysterious to me.  Yesterday I saw four men and a woman walking along the road.  The woman was carrying a load that I don’t think I could carry and the men paid no attention to her difficulty.  I guess Japanese women are handy gadgets instead of human beings.

In order to find something to write about I’ll take a couple of Dad’s letters and see what I can comment about.  In the first place we’ve got our house pretty well waterproofed now, although an especially drenching rain may cause a little leak.  It rains almost every day without fail and sometimes a rain comes out of a clear sky in five or ten minutes. We catch the rainwater in buckets and use it to wash clothes with and occasionally take a bath in.

I’d like to see Nancy as a cheerleader and I’ll bet she makes a good one.  I suppose Phil plays his heart out in football and will probably get banged up plenty before the season is over.  [illegible next sentence]

Every time you write about Gramp’s melons I drip at the mouth and my head begins to swim. Boy, how good an ice cold watermelon would taste – I would eat a 100 lb. one myself.

I’m always wondering what the house looks like now and don’t forget the pictures if you can possibly get them.  And it does my heart good to know that you are now able to fix it up as you have always wanted to fix a home up.

Am getting around to Christmas again.  I think a fruit cake is a darn good idea. And here’s another, I can use a pen and pencil set.  I still have the one you sent me about two years ago but I have good [faded] one in the office  – and can you put my name on it?

For some reason tonight I was thinking back to my younger days of mine when things were a little tougher for us and Dad tried to explain to me just why they were that way and I couldn’t quite see it.  Now I hope all that has changed and you can both carry out some of the yearned for plans you must have had. And you know whatever I have can be used by you.

Well [faded] says it’s time to think of bed and I feel like a good sleep tonight so better slip this in an envelope and get it on its way.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
12 September 1944

12 September 1944

Dear Folks:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
7 September 1944

7 September 1944

Dear Folks:

Now if I had a cigar I would be enjoying a truly pleasant summer evening.  Beside me I have two cans of Regal Pale Beer, and their presence probably makes this the biggest day since D-Day. It was our first issue and consisted of three cans to last four days.  It was the first I have seen or smelled in four and a half months.  After each few lines I smack my lips like a well fed dog and sit back in great satisfaction.  But this wasn’t all that made today memorable.  Most of this business affords little cause for celebration but occasionally something comes along to make things seem brighter and build you up for a while longer.  For the past three weeks our mail had, for some reason, been held up and we had nary a single communiqué from the home front, and yesterday it came rushing in.  My own take was twelve although my stable mate who is married with a child rated forty-six of them.  Among them was a letter from Mrs. Dick, one from Mark Gardner (whom I went to school with in Lincoln), Glen, Bill, Gram, and Kate along with three from you two.  The one from Mrs. Dick was especially well written and her last paragraph was a treasure.  I wish I could quote it to you.  She wanted me to tell you that I had received it, so whenever you get down that way, give her the word.  (At this point I open my second can of beer).

Yesterday I finally got around to packing the souvenirs and getting them sent.  First each item had to be stamped by the Joint Intelligence then the box had to be passed by the local censor.  You will probably wonder what is coming off when you get it.  It’s a big box and is pretty heavy.  In it is a Jap sword which is a highly prized souvenir and commands quite a price.  Other items are a belt on which the sword is worn, a Jap battle flag, and a bayonet with scabbard and belt.  I was with Dick when he found the sword and the other items he got himself.  I sent it yesterday the 6th of August (I think he meant September)  and insured it for $150.  Dick was especially anxious that I got them sent okeh.

I felt quite honored at the compliments about my descriptive letter about Saipan.  The fellows in the office told me about the same thing that you wrote and when I was writing it wondered what in the heck I was putting in it and what was there to write about.  I let Dick read part of it and he said ‘Gee whiz you writin’ all that?’ and then he shook his head quite characteristically.

The paper enclosed is a mainland issue of the Dispatch as you can see – I thought you might be interested.  A few points that aren’t often written about that the folks back home wonder about.  Yesterday I was quite domestic – ran off a batch of laundry and ruined the King’s English saying this was a woman’s job.  Hung it up to dry later and then it rained and soaked them good.  I should of got married when I was at home.  I read the little article about the veterans plan at the University and want to take advantage of it if I’m not ‘retained’ too long.  But then I have a lot of ideas as to what I’m going to do when this is over, among others – getting married, seeing some more of the world, a job, and the highest priority right now, getting back to school.  I’d work like a son-of-a-gun at it if I could get back.  No more fooling around.  Well it’s getting late sunset (the prettiest I’ve seen) and the electricity ain’t so I’ve got to put the cover on this thing and take a bath.  I had intended to write more tonight but it’s just getting too dark to see so here’s adios for this time.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
Attached with the Letter: An article from the Saipan Post Dispatch, August 10, 1944

THE SAIPAN POST DISPATCHA Newspaper for Enlisted Men

Published by Army Garrison Force

Vol. I   No. 41   (Mainland Issue)     Saipan, M.I.        Thursday, August 10,1944

EDITOR:  This issue of the Saipan Post Dispatch has been prepared for the folks at home.  Today’s issue contains in capsule from an historical resume of the Marianas.  Certain portions of the masthead have been deleted to meet censorship requirements; subsequently daily issues of this paper are not to be mailed until further notice.

SAIPAN:  The Marianas, of which Saipan was the capital, form a chain of 14 islands and one group of three small islands.  All are of volcanic origin.  They constitute together with the Marshall, Caroline and Gilbert Islands, the insular area of the Pacific known as Micronesia.  The four principal islands of the Marianas are Saipan, Guam, Tinian and Rota.  It is believed that the Marianas were originally people by the migration wave from Indonesia which settled in the rest of Micronesia, namely the Caroline, Marshall and Gilbert Islands.  There are many resemblances between the Micronesians and the Polynesians.  The latter settled in the remoter parts of the Pacific and differ in language and culture.  In the Marianas, the Chamorros, of all the various Micronesian peoples, strongly resemble in physique, culture and language, the inhabitants of the Philippines and the Dutch West Indies.

In December 1520, Magellan with three ships sailed into the Pacific, and on March 6, 1521 discovered the islands of Guam, Rota, Saipan and Tinian.  Eltano, Magellan’s subaltern, revisited Rota in 1524.  The Spanish explorer, Leaisa, reached Guam in 1526.  Admiral Logaspi landed on Saipan in 1564 and proclaimed sovereignty over the Marianas.   Quiros, another Spanish explorer, reached Saipan in 1596.  In 1668, Spain dispatched soldiers and missionaries to bring the Marianas under Spanish Control.  The islands were then named the Marianas in honor of Queen Maria Ana, widow of Philip IV of Spain, by the Jesuit missionary, Diego Luis de Sanvitores, who arrived in Guam from the Philippines.  The Spaniards ruled until 1898 when the American cruise ship Charleston, commanded by Captain Henry Glass, steamed into the harbor at Guam and opened fire upon Fort Santa Cruz.  Through its capture, Guam was separated from the rest of the Marianas.  In 1899, the Germans purchased the Marianas from the Spanish for $4,500,000 and ruled them, Guam accepted, until 1914.  In October 1914, a Japanese naval squadron took possession of the German Marianas Islands.  The principal objective of the Spanish administration was religious proselytism; the Germans wanted commercial expansion; the primary ends of Japanese policy were political and military.  Great Britain by secret agreement in March 1917, recognized the claims of Japan to all former German possessions in the Pacific north of the equator.  The approval of Franco and Russia was obtained by Japan.  At Versailles, American pressure was appeased by the origin of the Class C Mandate which differed from outright annexation only by imposing on the mandatory power a number of obligations.  The Marianas attracted little attention until 1932 when rumors gained currency that Japan was fortifying Truk and several other islands.  Japan denied this and when she withdrew from the League of Nations in March 1935, most American jurists opined that she should forfeit her mandate and the islands revert to the League.  Japan, however, kept the mandated territory, defining it as “an integral part of the Japanese empire.”  After 1938, when Japan discontinued the submission of an annual report to the League, all pretense of international supervision vanished, and the islands were increasingly treated as a closed military area.

The native Chamorros at one time were skilled navigators and canoe builders; when into-island commerce was suppressed by the Spaniards, the Chamorros lost their skill and never regained it.  The Carolinians were expert navigators and when they were allowed to settle on Saipan during the nineteenth century, the Spanish government, which had practically no means of transportation at its disposal, stipulated that the Carolinian settlers should make an annual voyage to Guam via Tinian carrying the produce of the region.

Saipan was colonized by Captain Brown, an American, between 1810 and 1815.  Brown brought along several Americans and a few families of Hawaiians intending to set up a colony to trade with the whalers.  Spaniards snuffed out this enterprise in 1815.  Whalers visited the Marianas from 1825 until 1850, but their appearance had little effect upon the economy of the Marianas.  In 1869, an Irishman named Johnson leased Tinian and did a prolific business in cattle and pigs until 1875.

The native Chamorros who numbered between 70,000 and 100,000 in the 1650 period have decreased through war, famine and disease to a little over 5,000 in the entire Marianas today.  An infusion of Filipino and Spanish blood helped to save the Chamorros from extermination.  Even the mixed group, which is now dominant, when added to the full-blooded Chamorro population does not exceed the 5,000 total.  The trend created by the Spanish conquest virtually depopulated the natives of the Marianas.  Severe epidemics of smallpox, measles, whooping cough, and scarlet fever, introduced mainly by visiting whalers, ran rampant through the Marianas and served to offset the natural population increase.

SAIPAN SHORTS:

….Tinian has been conquered.  The expected banzai never developed.

.…The first motion picture show for American Troops on Tinian was held July 31st.  Several thousand yards forward death stalked friend and foe.

.…The superman halo attached to the hips in the early days has disappeared.  The burial of over 22,000 Japanese soldiers on Saipan brought home to Tokyo factual evidence of American power in the Pacific.  The fanatic fight of the Japs to sudden death makes the war in the Pacific one of the bloodiest in the annals of American history.  On Saipan, American casualties were over 15,000.

….Over 50 movie spots are operated on Saipan; some daily, others periodically.  The Garrison Theater has a potential capacity of 7,500 two-high sandbag seats facing a raised screen in front of which is a regulation boxing area.  This arena when completed will feature boxing bouts between Army, Navy and Marine pugilists.  It will also be used by chaplains for religious services.  Temporary staging will be added when “live” shows arrive on Saipan.  The island will be dotted with theaters constructed similarly.

….The 100-minute rainfall last night failed to dislodge 5,500 Garrisoin Theater patrons.  It seems that nothing short of an earthquake will discourage the crowds that attend the outdoor movies every night.

…..Chamorron, Korean and Japanese youths between the ages of 8 and 15 are given calisthenics daily.

..…A Jesuit missionary and 6 nuns escaped to the civilian camp a few days before Saipan’s fall.

….The Chamorro baseball team at the civilian camp has already trimmed an Army and Navy team.  Baseball scouts should include this spot in their ivory hunting itinerary.

…..One word every Chamorro boy and girl knows is “okay” and they use it habitually.

…..The communication miracle wired throughout the entire island is colossal enough to secure a bow from AT&T.

…..The Engineers have received many commendations, including one from the Navy.

….The Signal Corps Repair Shop has done an outstanding job in the maintenance of motion picture equipment.  They have gone out of their way on innumerable occasions to render technical advice and labor in order that “the show might go on”.

….The record of medical units on Saipan stands out in bold relief.  During the changeover from foxhole operations to permanent hospital facilities, with American nurses, they have written a new epoch in medical history.  The dispatch with which these units handled casualties in the bloodiest battle in the annals of American warfare reflects the extraordinary ability and skill of these responsible for its organization and operation.

….Congratulations to Connie Mack on his 50th anniversary in baseball.

….The Saipan Post Dispatch dedicates this issue to the St. Louis Post Dispatch as full payment for usurping part of their famous name and incorporating it into the masthead of the First American daily on Saipan, which as been published since July 1 (1944?).  If we can approach in excellence the distant shadows cast from Pulitzer’s bulwark of news reporting, then Ralph Coghlan, Fitzpatrick, etc., can rest assured that the traditions of their perennial sheet will not be ravaged by a mimeographed upstart on bloody Saipan.  We salute the St. Louis Muny Opera, Jack Shumacker’s famous turtle soup, Phil Hitchcock, Larry Goodwin’s St. Charles St. Lounge, Luke Sewell’s Browns, Cardinals, Ruggori’ Steak House where the late O. O. McIntyre dined, Parkview Hotel, Coronado, Anheuser-Busch, Griesedieck, Hyde Park, Alpen Brau, Falstaff, the Star-Times and Globe Democrat.

….The next issue will be dedicated to New York City

27 June 1944

27 June 1944

Dear Folks:

This letter is in answer to several of yours that I received today and which were the most welcome sight I ever saw.  In my last letter to you I said I was at sea going into combat and that Dick was also at sea.  Well time has gone by and here I am.  The details I can give you are necessarily very limited but I know you must feel anxious and perhaps some word will make you feel better – I think it will make you feel much better as you read what happened to me today.  Under the circumstances you can well imagine how much your letters meant.  I knew you must know something was up when you never heard from me, and that I wasn’t writing for no reason at all.  I wish I could tell you all what you would like to know, but perhaps soon that will be possible.  Wandering around the area today somebody grabbed me and said my brother was here. I ran over and there he was, grinning broadly and looking good.  He had a little time off from ten thirty until twelve thirty when he had to meet the truck.  He took a bath and cleaned up and had a good dinner then we sat around for a lengthy bull session.  When we went to meet his truck he didn’t have to go back until two-fifteen so we came back and chewed the fat some more.  In the meantime a slug of mail came in and I had several so we both read them.  We made a lot of comments on them.  Among them was a letter from Betty Sue Myers, still the same cagey Betty, undecided but engaged.  I wrote her at the suggestion of Jack C when we were visiting on Oahu.  When we were young and wholesome our old gang made a resolution to have a reunion at the Brown Palace (which I had forgotten) and she was anxious that we all remembered it.  I think she (and Jack too) will still someday slip the noose on each other.  I’ve read your letters about sixteen times already and will probably read them as many more times before tonight.  I hope you can find a suitable watch – I didn’t ask for my own as it isn’t waterproof and it would take a bad time where I go.  I would like you also to take my funds and buy one for Dick.  As for myself I’m fine, getting good rations, and tolerating a few personal inconveniences.  Also had a letter from Gramp today – Dick got a kick out of it.  I thought the Chaplain’s idea for Mother’s Day was a pretty good one too.  On the furlough plan.  In the Central Pacific area the period is two years and the percentage allowed is very small, so small that it looks like a long time for one to come around.  Probably the accident that Ike was in, he was drunk and horsing around.  By the way I had an invitation from St. Andrews to a dance and house party.  Also had a notice from Reader’s Digest today something about a half price subscription after the war – guess I better mail it in.  I look forward to them.

By the way better quit a few of your letters V-mail for awhile – I think they will get here faster and surer.  Well I think this is all I have this time.  I will write you.  Don’t worry if you can help it and I’m sure everything will be alright.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
23 May 1944

23 May 1944

Dear Folks:

This should be a long letter full of quite a bit of news for the past few days have been pretty memorable.  A few days ago I received a letter from Jack Conklin and noticing his APO number found he was only a few miles from my station so I immediately tried to get hold of him.  I was lucky enough to reach him on the phone and that night saw him for the first time in three years.  And for the past three nights we have visited and rehashed all those never to be forgotten things that we did when we were young and foolish.  It was as good as a week’s furlough.  Jack looks pretty good and acts about the same as ever.  He has traveled around quite a bit since he left the states and has a huge stack of pictures that he had to show me.  He seems to have a nice job and one that is very interesting and not quite so GI as many of them.  He was anxious to see me and neither of us could hardly realize that we were actually talking to each other.  I couldn’t get a hold of Dick so that he could see Jack, but perhaps we can arrange that later.  I haven’t seen Dick myself for over a week now and don’t expect to see him for a while.  Yesterday afternoon (Sunday) got a pass, and just before I left got a letter from you and Dad and so had to tell Jack all the gossip in it.  It was (a) good letter to get because there was quite a little in it about the Conklins.  Well finally I had to say goodbye and probably our next visit will be many moons from now.  You don’t know how good it was to see him and find someone that could talk to you about things in common.  After he told me all his travels and we went through his pictures.  We talked about the aftermath and what we expected to do.  Jack does seem more serious about life and realizes his life was put to him on a gold platter.  What did I think I was going to do?  Well I said I was going to go home for a while then go overseas again and start myself something abroad.  I wish I could realistically relate to you our conversation but I’m not good enough for that.  You will have to imagine the rest.  Now to get around to your letters and see what I can comment about.  I’m so glad you liked what we sent and perhaps again soon I can send you some oddities.  I wish I could have sat in with you on the Ouija Board session and added some firsthand comments.  One of the big things Jack and I remarked about was the love life of the younger set at home – I mean all the marriages and babies.  And now little Jimmie Colson (is) engaged.  Jack couldn’t imagine Kate with a baby.  And of course Krumenacher, Fry, Carroll, and some others all came into our frying pan of gossip.  We feel that we are being left behind and that our future mates will be hard to find (ha).  And talking about the late songs – it is the custom in our tent to schedule a bridge game during the ‘Hit Parade’ so we don’t miss any of them.  No we don’t hear Tokyo Rose in the Islands, although those who have good radios can tune in Tokyo and hear them pretty good.  I heard some about a battle in the South Pacific and compared it with our news broadcast and somebody is lying like hell, and I hope it was the Japs.  I would like to meet R. Pitsch but it is increasingly difficult to get off and when I can get off a day I hardly like to spend ¾ of it looking for someone although perhaps I will happen to be out there someday and can locate him.  All the busses and taxicabs are crowded to overflowing and the highways are an endless ribbon of traffic and a dogface doesn’t find it too easy to get around.  And now around to Dad’s inimitable manuscript.  Your business must be very good and I was certainly surprised to hear the amount of money that you grossed last year.  It makes me feel very good.  Why don’t you take a picture of the place with the new signs and send me one?  By the way Jack and I took pictures and he will forward a set to you.

Bill Dick should be a good man to work for you.  And with the landscaping and redecorating you are doing on the house, I can’t wait to see it and put out a tear or two just looking at home once again.  I know it will be something to see.  And I suppose that when the farm is fixed up that also will be quite a garden spot.  I hope all your hopes about the war is true and I sometimes think that this thing may crack sooner than we anticipate, but on the other hand think it will take quite a while.  I wish you and I could talk the whole thing over.  The new furlough plan seems to (be) taking effect for the boys in the Aleutians and I’ll bet they are having a good time, but don’t get too optimistic about my chances for I can’t see anything in sight for some months to come.  I had a very nice letter from Gram today and Dick and I both thought after we mailed the package that we didn’t send anything to Gram and Gramp and they probably felt a little put out but we will send them something and try to make up for it.  I surely miss her and think she is very sweet to write when I know it must not be too easy for her.  She is the most kindhearted and helping person, and I feel bad about not always treating her as I should have.  Well, here’s another request.  I want you to take some of my money and find me a good, waterproof, shockproof, and accurate wrist watch.  One that I can wear anywhere and that can take a stiff beating.  You will probably have to put out quite a little for one but I need one badly and I want one that I won’t have to worry about if I get it in water or in the mud or wherever else might happen.  Well I think this is about enough and I have a lot to do so I’ll cut off about here.  Seeing Jack and reminiscing brought both of (our) homes into clear focus, and we appreciate them much more than you think and know that never again will we hold some of the ideas we did when we were younger.  Well, so long for now.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
12 April 1944

12 April 1944

Dear Folks:

I just attended a show and it’s getting late but perhaps I can write you a few lines before bed.  Monday visited Dick and we went down for supper [illegible] to his outfit and ate with him.  We are not far apart now and it is more convenient for me to see him.  He is now located in good quarters and aside from a longing for a look at the ‘old country’ which is common to us both, is looking good.  On Monday [illegible] might he come down with the result of [illegible] and together we made up a box for you.  He did a pretty [good] job [of buying for you].  Today I mailed it.  Haven’t received the one from you yet but it will be coming along soon.  The Free Press came today but am not finished reading it.

Our radio is back on the job and it sounds wonderful.  I’m in a slightly sentimental mood tonight thinking about many things and wondering if those things will ever return as they were before.  The day-to-day routine of the Army, with never an opportunity for a respite, is sometimes discouraging and dragging the war along slowly but I guess these conditions are necessary.  Well so long for tonight and always remember me to Gram and Gramp.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
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