Thursday, Feb. 22, 1945
Dogs are the unsung heroes of this war. Beauty, a German shepherd war dog deployed in Luzon, saved an American ammunition dump last night. Working with Pvt Merle Althof and Tech Angus Highly, she alerted guards to an approaching figure. A rifleman fired a shot and there was a terrific explosion. The marksman had hit the grenade being carried by a Japanese saboteur. Beauty saved not only the ammunition dump but the Yanks who would have been killed in the resulting explosion. She is one of several war dogs on patrol in Luzon.
Wednesday, Feb. 21, 1945
Mommy went shopping today and left me with Grandma. I caught a fly and was about to eat it. Grandma tried to make me give it to her. We had so much fun! I like this kind of game. (Plus, I like eating flies, as you may remember from Mommy’s letter in my entry for Sept 28, 1944 about how I eat bees.)
Tuesday, Feb. 20, 1945
“Army sex films are turning good red-blooded Americans against women,” complains a sergeant in the Signal Corps. He admits that the warnings against “loose acts” were beneficial at first. But, he goes on, “For quite a long time I have been harboring a really serious complaint but only recently has it become unbearable – merely because of the army signal corps picture “Pick Up.” The sergeant added that he can no longer enjoy watching pretty girls walk by, let alone whistle at them. Instead, he says, “I shrink away in horror….I can’t even talk to Red Cross girls.
Monday, Feb. 19, 1945
Yanks have landed at Iwo Jima, blares the newspaper headline. Admiral Nimitz reported that thousands of marines in Major General Harry Schmidt’s 5th Marine Corps “are taking Iwo islands.” We’ve got a beachhead two and a half miles long and 500 yards deep on the southeast coast. There’s good news, too, from Europe: the Red Army has freed our soldiers in Nazi prisoner-of-war camps, including up to 400 officers. It feels as if the pace of the war is picking up, gaining momentum after the long slogs and the stalemates in the Battle of the Bulge. But it’s not over yet, Daddy cautions.
Sunday, Feb. 18, 1945
Our flag is flying over Corregidor! Patton has driven a new wedge in the Siegfried Line! After yesterday’s outing, we’re reading The Denver Post and listening to the news on the radio and smiling. It really does seem as if the end is coming.
Saturday, Feb. 17, 1945
The Red Rocks formation is one of the great sights in Colorado. It’s just 15 miles from us and we made a whole day of it. The weather was perfect for the outing so Mommy and Grandma packed a picnic. It’s all a natural formation which makes it amazing. Grandpa had fun scampering all around it. There’s a huge slab of rock tilting up like the back wall of theater and big outcroppings form walls for the right and left sides of the “stage.” It’s such a perfect setting that the City of Denver bought it in 1927 and was putting on productions by 1941. But Daddy says the Ute Indians were using it way before that.
Friday, Feb. 16, 1945
Tonight we will celebrate the Sabbath with Grandma and Grandpa in our new home. Grandpa has a lovely baritone voice. When says the blessing for the wine, he stands straight, his chest high and lifted the way his father taught him, and sings the melody his father wrote. Grandma helped Mommy cook the Sabbath meal of soup and chicken. Tomorrow we’ll all start touring and showing Grandma and Grandpa the sights.
Light the Sabbath candles.