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Manning Monitor article------ 1943
Pvt. Harry Hargens in Hawaii
Pvt. Harry Hargens writs: "Well folks, here I am in the beautiful land of Hawaii, and the
place of, the palm trees. I am O. K. and just getting along fine. I like the army life all right.
I wish to thank the Monitor and the American Legion for my home town paper every week.
I look forward for it. Thanks again."
Manning Monitor article------ 1944
April 27, 1944.
Dear Friends:
Just a few lines to inform you that I have a change of address. I have been receiving the
Monitor every week and really enjoy it. I look over it two or three times to make sure I
didn't miss anything.
I wish to say hello to all of my friends and congratulate the
basketball team on their nice work and hope they do the same in baseball.
Thanks again
for the paper, I really look forward to it every week.
Yours truly,
Harry Hargens
Manning Monitor article------ 1945
Harry Hargens Meets Other Manning Boys
Harry Hargens who is on Saipan has written to his parents; Mr. and Mrs. Chris Hargens
that he has met George Grimm, Sam Garmire, Wayne Hargens and had a nice visit.
He also states that he was given a presidential citation for the two battles in which he
participated.
Harry is second cook and says he is getting along fine and wishes to say
hello to all his local friends and would like to hear from Lester Hagedorn.
Harry sent the following poem which we are publishing by special request:
Somewhere in the Marianas,
Where the sun is in full force
And each long, long day is followed
By another slightly worse,
where the coral dust blows thicker
Than the desert shifting sands,
And the GI's dream of finer,
Cooler, cleaner, greener lands.
Somewhere in the Marianas,
Where there's no woman to be had;
Where much time is spent in dreaming
Of the days when we were glad;
Where the "Betties" try their luck at
Robbing men of blessed sleep,
Where there isn't any whiskey,
Just six cans of beer a week.
Somewhere in the Marianas,
Where the mail is always late,
Where a two months old newspaper
Is considered up-to-date
Where you always sign the payroll
And receive it every cent
But what the heck is money,
There's no place to get it spent.
Somewhere in the Marianas
Where the mildew's everywhere,
There's "Spam" instead of turkey
And the rice gets in your hair.
Oh, send me back to Manning
The place I love so well,
Cause this God-forsaken island
Is awful close to hell.
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