As the New Year begins, the war in the Pacific is still raging on. The 193rd Tank Battalion brings in that New Year, safely on Oahu.
1 January (1945)
Oahu I. H.
Dear Mother,
It has been a few days since I’ve written, so now I’ll try to write a little tonight. I haven’t received any mail in quite some time. t. because stuff must be held up somewhere because no one is getting any. It must be that the last-minute Christmas cards have put so much strain on the Post Office’s that everything has slowed up.
This has been a rough beginning of a New Year. It is a good thing that New Years Day comes but once a year. My aching head! I would swear that right now you could knead (how do you spell that?) My head just like it was so much dough.
How was the celebration there? I’ll bet the old point was jumping especially with those soldiers there. I know darn well that they did a good job of bringing in the New Year.
How are Jeff and Jenney getting along? Have they found a place to stay yet? The Jerk has been owing me a lotter for months. Tell them hello for me. Come to think of it, I think I got a Christmas Card from them.
Has James Albert done any more on getting himself a shop or has he given it up as a bad job?
Hope everyone is O.K. at home. How is the DaDa getting along? Better, I hope. How are the kids getting along? Have you finished fixing the house yet? Lots of questions, huh?
Well, I guess I’d best stop for now. I have a one-track mind and I can’t carry on a conversation and write too. The two guys who are in the quarters with me are downstairs talking. Things are running along Ok as usual. Write soon and give the family my love.
Lots of love
Johnnamus
Just another day on Oahu. I am sure these men are doing some training exercises. They can’t be just existing on that island, can they?
7 January (1945)
Oahu, I.H.
Dear Mother,
I received a couple of letters from the other day, but this is the first chance I had to answer them. Mail was non-existent here for a couple of weeks.
Sounds like you are having a whale of a time with the house. It seems as though you came close to biting off more than all of you could chew up. Hope you get finished soon. I’ll bet it looks good when you get through with it.
By all means give the kids something out of my money if you haven’t already. This is a little late for Christmas, so I hope that you did get them something for me.
I haven’t received the card as yet but guess I’ll get it sometime.
That about finishes the letter for the nineteenth, so I’ll go on to the one for the twenty-fourth. I’ll bet that cake was really good. Makes my mouth water to think about it. Sorry to hear that Pop is having trouble with his feet again. That trouble must be an allergy of some sort. What does the doctor say about it? I’ll bet x-ray treatment would clear that stuff up in no time.
X-Ray Therapy? Let’s see if I can find out anything about that… All I could find was the introduction into radiation used for cancer. I am not really sure about this one.
So big Jim has been reclassified. Well, I know that he is going to like the Army. That is strictly sarcasm. When does he think he’ll go, or does he have any idea? Wish him luck for me.
I got the letter about Miley, but I never did see J.D. again. Don’t guess he is here now.
Jones is the ranking non-com in the detachment. I asked him to drop you a line when he got home on furlough. He has been over here for well over two years and his is the first time he has been home. I’m glad that he did write to you. He is a darn good N.C.O.
Well, the only thing that has happened around here lately is one thing that which is noticeable only if you could see me. That is only that I am no longer a “Shavetail.” My promotion came through the fourth of this month. So, I am a First Lieutenant. Ain’t [sic] it something? I change my gold for silver. It doesn’t mean an increase in pay because I was drawing more than a single 1st lt. before I got my promotion. The only thing that burns me is the fact that the recommendation wasn’t in four months ago. But is finally came through.
Well, being as how that is about all the news, I guess I’d best close for now. Write soon and my love to the family.
Lots of Love
Johnnamus
I bet his Mom is beaming. She must be so proud of her son. In fact I am proud of him and I don’t even know him.
Until next week friends

































