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16 February 1945

16 February 1945

Dear folks,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
27 January 1945

27 January 1945

Dear Folks:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
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
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
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
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,

Harold Moss Signature
26 July 1944

26 July 1944

Dear Folks:

Just a few lines today before I get cleaned up a little and wonder how I’ll spend the rest of the evening.  Today was a hot one and sultry too, and you sweat just sitting around, however now I’m in pretty good shape and not wearing down to a shadow as you were afraid of.  As a matter of fact, I’m wondering how I will endure the cold weather of Nebraska.  I was remarking last night how swell it would be to see some snow or walk through a snowdrift, or look at the stars on a frosty night.  Did my washing today, a job I don’t like but its clean clothes for a while.  We have our hole fixed up and it isn’t bad at all.  Pretty noisy sleeping some nights though.  My work is considerably streamlined from what it was in Oahu and there isn’t quite so much paper work to attend to although in my estimation there still (is) far too much.

I see some of the fellows have an ox hooked to an ancient cart and are driving the old beast around howling miscellaneous stuff.  It’s surprising how the GI’s can improvise no matter where they go.

In a little while it will be mail time and I hope I rate one or two.  The mail system is pretty good, better than I expected however nothing but first class is coming so of course the watch has not arrived yet.  (I was writing with a Jap pen and the darn thing gets balky once in a while.)

Dick is still okeh but I won’t be seeing him for awhile.

Not very much this time but I knew you want to know how things are all the time.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
28 November 1942

28 November 1942

Dear Folks:

It hasn’t been twenty hours ago that I laid down my pen on the last letter to you  but I can’t sit around tonite without writing you.  Received a card from June today with a dollar bill in it—a cute card.  Then had a letter from Geraldine who is teaching in Elk Creek.  The Davis’ do good by me in writing.  A good day for mail.  Suppose you are all subsiding after the holiday and can’t hardly imagine Kate as Mrs. Creal.  I hope she gets the message I sent her.   Today was Saturday, the old Saturdays still reflect on the ones now.  Heard part of the Army game and the Hit Parade.  Something warming about hearing the same programs.  I wish I could tell you a little more in my letters but it only takes a word or two to disclose something that might be damaging.  Tonight have been doing the weekend polishing.  My laundry is done by a Filipino lady who does a very good job.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
6 August 1942

6 August 1942

Dear Folks:

I’ve been pounding this machine like a cub journalist at a Democratic convention but now that things are quiet possibly I can use it for my own ends.

Well contrary to my expectations we are still here in Fort Lewis, but sitting on pins waiting for the day to leave.  I didn’t think we would be here this long but we are and possibly we may be here for another week, but it surely won’t be long before we leave for ‘Frisco.  By the way we have been advised to give our new address, so here it is, but it isn’t to be used until we change our station and I’ll let you know when we do:

Pvt. H G Moss 37086474
Btry. C 222 FA Bn.
APO 1288 % Postmaster
San Francisco, California

Got your telegram with the money and I really do appreciate it because I know what it means to you.  Also got your airmail letter today.  I hope you will feel free to use the money that I have allotted if you need it very bad.  Someday soon now you should also be getting the bonds.  As soon as we are overseas we are given a 20% increase in pay so I will have enough cash to get along on.  Also if anything should happen to me the government makes a gratuity payment of six months wages which would amount to about three hundred sixty dollars.  Things are still humming around here like an aircraft plane getting ready to leave and schedules have been made out for training on the boat so it can’t be far off.  Yesterday I mailed my sleeping bag home and also rolled up in it is my sweatshirt, OD sweater and civilian shoes.  Better give the bag to Dan for his long gone birthday—it would come in handy to use on all night camping trips and the like.  It needs cleaning and there are a couple of small holes in it on the inside that can be easily mended.

Suppose you both had a little blue spell after the telephone call and I wasn’t any different.  I guess the telephone is the next best thing to a furlough but I still didn’t say what I wanted to and like I wanted to.  Mom you acted very bravely and you held the tears to a minimum.

The girl (Mattie) I have been going with on and off on the Post gave me a nice diary and a small book to use for memories and that sort of thing.  She’s a swell gal but nothing to arouse my more tender instincts.  She hated to see me leave though.

There isn’t much else to write about.  I’m going to do a little laundry tonight so that all of it will always be clean then take a shower and hit the hay.  About the glasses you mentioned—the government furnishes one pair of GI’s free of cost so that with my own I will have two pair.  Also I am issued a pair of gas mask glasses.  Got a letter from Katie yesterday and I answered it right away.  Should also write a letter to Grandma although she hasn’t answered my last one.  Took more shots today.  They are getting to be like a cup of coffee for breakfast.  You may not hear from me for sometime after we leave Fort Lewis, because I understand all of our mail is held up until after we arrive at our destination so don’t think it is my neglect.  Also we are supposed to leave a couple of postcards in Frisco that will be mailed you when the convoy arrives.

I’m going to hate to go because it will mean such a long way from home and for as long as I’ve been away it will seem all the farther, but then we’ll just have to do what you said and hope for a quick end to it all.

Well goodbye for another letter.  Minatare would look like Shangri-la in springtime right now even if maybe it is just a whistle stop.  Don’t worry about me, that’s what the government is doing, and I’ll yet be making you pick up my scattered clothes.

Love,

Harold Moss Signature
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