…Yesterday we moved into the Y. Not much confusion and the only lapses involved work in the form of bed frames that were lying out in front of the building. Internees had been requested to keep hands off, but several were appropriated, in spite of all one could do. Bill and I have an excellent location. I withheld us from the draw and took what I wanted. Everyone seems quite happy… We’re eating/buying a lot of avocados, five consumed between us today (Bill and me).
Tomorrow we move to the Y, a month ago we were supposed to be in within a few days. It will be quite comfortable, but I’d prefer to stay right here. Bill mixed some grated coconut and mashed bananas with sugar for desert, quite a tasty mess. The bus returned tonight with food supplies, our notes go down tomorrow or the next day. I hope you don’t have any trouble with the peanut butter, I don’t like to ask you for anything, but we would like some of that stuff! The boys drew for spaces in the Y this morning and there was comparatively little argument. Marked and numbered the spaces this afternoon. There is indication that they’re trying to complete 10 barracks and move in an experiment; if that happens the next group from Santo Tomas will number about 400-500 and will come up about the middle of next month; we’ll see how much of a guesser I am. I certainly wish it was all over.
For about the 20th successive lunch, excepting last Sunday, we had beans, black brown or mongo, for lunch. They just put in a spoonful of camote or squash for the sugar value. Imagine a leveled tablespoon of sugar per day per man. The evening chow is pretty good, always stew, but a lot of meat—there is meat in the noon beans too, “Goddamn seldom.” Bill and I usually have some fruit at night or make coconut milk and cut up bananas or mangoes on the rice (left over) with a few peanuts and sugar on top. It makes an edible mess. What a time we’re going to have eating after this. I haven’t been weighed lately, but I’m pretty sure that I’m not gaining too much weight…
Messrs. Gimmel, Kodaki and Kuroda came up from Manila today and are staying to look things over for a few days. Worked in the Y today and find it improving to the point where it will (be) livable in few days. More liquor trouble. Monitors meeting tonight on the subject—certain incorrigibles are to be isolated in a separate compound, we mean isolated this time. No confirmation on the barracks collapse of yesterday, but it is probable that at least one did go down.
Three more of the barracks blew over today, couldn’t see them from here, but it is said 1 in this area and 2 in the other flopped this afternoon. Not much wind, just a few puffs. In the Y again today cleaning, probably move in Sunday or the first of next week. A couple of fellows, one of them G. Ross, under the weather day before yesterday and two more today. Wondering what they expect to do about it.
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.
Thorough grounds cleaning at the Y, in spite of rain all afternoon. It’s a mess and will take some days to prepare for habitation. Several hundred Filipino workers came thru camp this morning, truckloads of materials come in every day, they’re digging a deep well over by the hospital—they really intend to have a camp here.
The Y was opened today and the carpenters, plumbers and electricians moved in. They’ll continue tomorrow and then we clean. I guess we’ll work on the grounds tomorrow, they’re a mess. Last night there were guards on all night but there was no raid. Apparently the J have something on their minds, wonder if it had anything to do with shooting of Laurel at Wack-Wack yesterday.
Anyway, there isn’t so much anxiety tonight. The Y again, Woodin saw the space today and divided 60 men per place, etc. No one can stick to any given plan around here. By tonight Bill had made a plan of the first floor and filled in 50 spaces and I had Woodin agree to that number and to the list of names as I had them recorded. Palmer will have 53 on the 2nd floor. Bill and I celebrated with duck eggs (fried) a can of meat gelatin and fried sweet potatoes and (I almost forgot) two loaves of bread—it was some change from the black beans.
Another warning from the Commander that the camp is liable to be attacked by guerrillas. The info was passed on at a monitor’s meeting and Tulloch requested that guards be posted, apparently to keep men in buildings in case of alarm.