New & Views of All of Youse 9 Issues 1943-1945 Pittsburgh Soldiers WW II

Description

"New & Views of All of Youse" was a newsletter published by members of the Pittsburgh Golf Club during World War II in an effort to keep in touch with soldiers from the area. Each issue contains short updates on numerous soldiers, citations and casualties, news and photos from the Pittsburgh social scene, and sometimes longer letters from soldiers at the front reporting their experiences during the landing at Iwo Jima, invasion of Normandy, first England-Russia shuttle bombing, crossing the Rhine, and more.
There are 9 issues here, dating from December 7th, 1943 to December, 1945. The first issue is only 4 pages, but by the last issue it had grown to 18 pages. They're in good condition, having been bound in a hardcover book in 1946 by previous owner George W. Hilliard (hence the G.W.H. on the cover). Some have creases from being mailed, most have dates written on the first page, the 2/1944 issue is age-tanned and a four page section is loose, with tears/bumping along the edges. The cover has scuffing and wear at the extremeties, bumped bottom corners.
Excerpt from "With the 5th Marines on Iwo Jima" by Lt. Walter J. Curley, Jr.:
At 10:30 A.M. my boat-team went over the side. We circled around the rendezvous area for about an hour in our landing-craft; we hit the beach at noon. I had three squads: I put one seargeant in charge of the first two squads - I took the other, plus a runner. As we ran up onto the beach, we spread out, and ran about 25 yards inland. I knew the point to which we were to advance and meet the rest of the C.P. Group. After our first 25 yard advance we "hit-the-deck" and I looked around to see where the other squads were before moving forward. The entire beach was being covered by Jap sniper and mortar fire. As I lay on my stomach looking around, three sniper shots missed my face and threw sand on my head. I jumped into an old fox-hole, and landed on a dead Jap - quite mangled, and really nauseating. I sent my runner to my platoon sergeant pointing out our next point of advance. We moved forward another 50 yds. The smoke, dust, and stench of the beach was terrific. Dead and dying, mortar fire, etc. made the whole thing fantastic. We arrived at the designated place where we met our company commander's group. Our mission was to locate and set up the C.P. I then sent one squad to the edge of Airfield No. 1, another to the right flank, and the third to the left while we reconnoitered the position. We had planned on being further in but were receiving such heavy fire that we decided to "stay put." A runner came from the squad on the edge of the airstrip and informed me of some casualties. I couldn't have felt worse. I felt the terrible sensation of losing men. We pulled back that squad, and began digging in. (Understand that we were
still
virtually on the beach). Around 4:00 we received a heavy mortar barrage: just lie in shell holes, listening, praying and damning. The sniper fire was constant - but more of a nuisance than anything else. Night-fall came and we got in our foxholes. That night we received hellish flanking fire from Mt. Suribachi (we were 500 yards from its base) and mortar fire. (While I was digging my fox-hole I got hit in the foot by a piece of shrapnel - but don't worry, it was spent when it hit. It only numbed my big toe; didn't even pierce the leather). Can't say we slept too well that night. (And so ended the first day).