Letter 47 - From Saipan, Marianas Group, Pacific Ocean

Saipan, M.I.
23 Oct 1945

Dear Mom, Dad and All,

     As you can see from the heading on this letter, I've finally started on that 8,750 mile long trip home.  I arrived here by C47 plane yesterday and am living in a pyramid tent in a grove of pine trees overlooking the blue Pacific.  I expect to be here anywhere from two weeks to a month waiting for boat transportation.  At the moment there are 16,000 enlisted men and about 1,800 officers here in this Western Pacific Base Command and Casual Section awaiting transportation and I am somewhere near the bottom of the list.  I will be very lucky, in view of this, if I am home for Christmas, but I sure hope I make it.  Although this spot is very pretty, the climate its quite different to Tinian and it has rained off and on about fifty per cent of the time.  The mud is terrific and I don't mean maybe.  The quarters we are occupying are those of the old Sixth Marine Division.  The tents have screened sides and wood floors and aren't too bad.  We are lulled to sleep by the pounding of the surf on the rocks about two hundred feet below the bluff we set on.  I have my camera and some film with me, so if the sun ever happens to shine I will try and get a few pictures of it.  Saipan is rugged and mountainous somewhat similar to the rocky bluffs around Taylors Falls.  The harbor is filled with ships and the docks are lined with them unloading supplies.  There are thousands of tons of boxes and materiel piled along the waterfront.  It is all run by the Navy and in a few weeks the Army will be gone completely from the island, in fact there isn't much of it left here now except the casual camp and a few B29's and personnel of the 73rd Bomb. Wing.
    We have an officer's club of sorts where we can get cold cokes in the afternoon and one bottle of beer a day after 6:00 PM.  There is a PX for candy and toilet articles and a mess hall much too small for the number of men who must eat there.  The food isn't bad at all.  Tonight we had mashed dehydrated potatoes, green beans, stewed beef, bread & jam, cheese, sliced pineapple and chocolate ice cream.  Coffee, too, of course.  There is a movie, which is on now.   I don't know what's playing and that's about all the entertainment there is, other than card playing.  There are no duties to perform, except that of duty officer which we may get once while we're here.  Outside of doing your own laundry there's nothing to do but loaf.
   The place is rampant with rumors of ships coming and going, but none are reilable.  Around 2,000 left last week, and they are coming in faster than they leave so far.  There are three aircraft carriers in today so that may mean action soon for those near the top, but I'm afraid I've got quite a wait.
   I'm going back over to Tinian tomorrow if I can get there and pick up a few things I left behind which will make life a little more comfortable, namely an air mattress, a pair of overshoes, a pillow, and a few similar items.
   I told Eve I'd try to send her a cable when I go aboard ship so she can let you know.  There are no facilities out here.  This camp is pretty much isolated from the rest of the island activities, but I think the Red Cross will see that it gets sent for me. 
    There are no provisions for receiving or distributing mail here so we must use our home address as a return address on our mail and ask people not to write us here.  I will pick up any mail there is on Tinian when, and if, I can get back there, but we are 15 miles from the air field here and it takes some thumbing to make it.  Then you've got to thumb a ride on a plane after you get there.
   So I'll just be sitting and waiting mostly until my ship comes in and I get on my way.  It will take from two to three weeks to get to Frisco or Seattle depending on how fast a ship I get on.  I'll let you hear from me when I get there.
   Until then, I guess I've covered the situation here pretty well, so I'll sign off and go get my beer ration.  It's hotter'n hell here in the tent, temperature about 85, humidity about 90% and a cold beer will go right well.  For tonight, then, I'll say goodnight and my regards to you all.

Love,

Bob