Diary of Charles Mock

Tuesday, June 8, 1943

There was a rainstorm with some wind about 4 AM today and as we went across the field for mush we saw that the first of the barracks, the only one in this area with a completed roof, had collapsed during the night. Somebody must have caught hell because Filipinos cleared up the debris and had a whole new frame up by 7 PM tonight. Wish we could have taken a picture of it. Worked on the Y again today, it’s beginning to smell less like a pig pen. Tonight the bus came in and that is another of my duties under “Safety and Order”: to see that the packages are properly taken care of. Lucky me, coffee, candy, peanuts, sugar and cigarettes. I hope you realize how precious the stuff is, particularly the peanuts and candy—starved for it.