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The Betty H. Carter Women Veterans Historical Project

Letter from Annie Pozyck to her Parents, 12 March 1945

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Object ID: WV0333.4.021

Description: Pozyck is grateful for mail from her family and feels closer to home when listening to American radio programs. She describes their open-air movie theater, her disgust for a captured Japanese prisoner, the possibility of a nurse's draft, and activities to fix up her tent. Her exact location has been removed by wartime mail censors.

Creator: Annie Edith Sherrill Pozyck

Biographical Info: Annie Edith Sherrill Pozyck (1920-2007) of Concord, North Carolina, served in the Army Nurse Corps during World War II. After her discharge, she continued her nursing career, retiring from the Salisbury, North Carolina, VA Hospital after over twenty-five years in the profession.

Collection: Annie Pozyck Papers

Rights: It is responsibility of the user to follow the copyright law of the United States (Title 17, U.S. Code). Materials are not to be reproduced in published works without written consent, and any use should credit Jackson Library, The University of North Carolina at Greensboro.

Full Text: Dearest Mother and Daddy,

Well, to-day I received the Christmas present from you all, that you mailed December 1st. the mints are still in pretty good shape, and I can sure make good use of the peanuts. You know we don’t have anything like that over here.

I also got two letters that were written January 15th and 19th, so I guess that sooner or later I will get all of them that you wrote. No matter if the news is a little old, it is surely very much appreciated. Along with your letter I got a birthday card from Aunt Bess, and a V-Mail from Dago and Smitty. I had written to them since I got here.

I’m sitting here in my tent writing this, and listening to the G.I. Journal. Bing Crosby is on it tonight. Hearing these programs from the States even though rebroadcast, seems to bring me so much nearer home. This typewriter I’m using is a borrowed one, but I’m glad to be able to use it, because as I’ve said before I can write so much faster, and say so much more.

I was on duty tonight until seven o’clock, but I didn’t get off until about seven thirty. We’ve been very busy and still working long hours. However, this week we hope to get a half day off. It will be the first we’ve had since opening the hospital three weeks ago.

It has been raining off and on all day, and now it is raining very hard and the sound on the tent roof is so nice. It’s so wonderful to sleep under at night.

“Lost In A Harem” is playing at the movie here in our area tonight, with Bud Abbott and Lou Costello. However I think it got rained out. You see we have our shows right out in the open. We have no roof over us at all. Just the palm trees. I never thought I would be sitting in the Philippines out under the palm trees looking at a movie.

You mentioned in one of the letters that I got today that you had sent Louis his box with the coffee and other things in it. I guess he never got it. But that isn’t the thing that counts. If he’s just alright and safe, that is all that matters. I know he must be safe. I just can’t believe anything else. And I certainly don’t want to. Lately I haven’t gotten any more of his letters back, and I keep hoping that he got some of them. Of course, if he didn’t, I guess its just as well that he doesn’t know that I’m overseas, because he would worry a lot more about me, and he must have enough to worry about. So I say to myself every day, “No news is good news”, and I truly believe that.

On the wards here at the hospital we have native girls working, giving baths, taking temperatures, and doing lots of other things. They are called nurses aids, and have been trained to do those things. They are really very smart, but I have a little trouble understanding them. Most of them speak fairly good English. It is taught in the schools.

Well, I saw my first Jap to-day. He was caught here on the island somewhere, and they brought him to our hospital. He had been shot in the back, and he was still going strong when I saw him. Of course he was under guard, but he was walking around, even though he was shot in the back. I don’t know why they didn’t ahead and finish him. That would have been what was good for him. The little yellow -#$4&?***.

Yesterday I received a letter from you all that you wrote Feb. 25th. I was sorry to hear that Margaret had been sick. I hope she is better by now. Call her for me, and tell her that she just needs a good nurse to take care of her, and don’t I wish that I could come back there and take care of her.

Guess this draft of nurses might hit Berryhill, but I don’t suppose it will bother Furches, and I know not Glenna. I’ve had letters from both Furches and Glenna since coming here. Furches’ husband is in France, and Glenna’s is with the Seventh Army.

I wonder if you have been getting my war bonds, because I’m continuing to get them. I haven’t missed a month. So let me know if you are getting them or not.

I think I can tell you where I am now. I’m on the Island of [censored] here in the Philippines, and we are located near the town of [censored] which is the capital of [censored]. We might make a move soon, I don’t know when or where.

I was off duty to-day from 12 to 3:30, and I did my washing, and cleaned the tent. We’re about to get things organized and it’s like our own little home, and we sure take pride in it. We built shelves for a dressing table, and are using packing boxes for bedside tables, and have nailed a couple of crates together for cabinets. By the time I get back, there won’t be much I can’t do. I might even build a house all by myself.

I guess this is about all for this time. I hope that very soon we will all have some good news about Louis, and I pray every day for his safety and well-being. I hope both of you are well. Take care of yourselves, and don’t catch the “flu”. So good-night now. Don’t worry about me. My eyes are completely well now, and I’m fine.

Lots of love, Annie Edith