Saturday, July 10, 1943

No paper today, some say it was held at the gate because of the news. One copy came in contained something about expected naval engagements in South and Japanese claim that their major defense line, Sumatra, Java, Brunei and Celebes is impregnable. Wonder what you’re doing… I saw one of the kitchen help cooking a steak on an open fire out in front of God and everybody while I was choking over my mongo beans and squash this noon. I wrote a note to Calhoun and an investigation was underway before dinner time. He’s a pretty square guy… I heard today that one guy sold his pair of army shoes just issued to those who were “on their uppers” and lost the money at poker. After all the gab about the distribution of the shoes the whole affair is a mess. I sympathize with Bill McCandish in his utter distrust of 80% of the people of the camp. A new watch tower is being built on the hill near your old house. It’s high and overlooks the whole camp. I love you, pleasant dreams.

Thursday, July 8, 1943

Calhoun can’t get over Santo Tomás spending ₱475 for “pottie” washing equipment, does seem ridiculous when we can’t get lumber to patch hole in floor or pipe to repair defective septic tank that is draining on surface 30 ft. from living quarters. Wonder how far the Sit Down protest at Santo Tomas will go—talk is cheap enough but I’ll bet when the J. Mil. says move, they’ll move. I love you.

Wednesday, July 7, 1943

I’m practically recovered from my gastronomic disturbance following the holiday debauch. I hope I can keep up to my present program Monitor, Safety and Order, Ant. History—I’m taking Spanish—German—Accounting and two Economics courses, besides reading Caesar’s Commentaries under the guidance of one the padres, Dr. Griffiths Literature courses, and trying to read Gibbon’s Decline and Fall and Durant’s Story of Philosophy. When you come up I want you to take French and teach me about Music and you too can take the Spanish course. I wish you were here now. I’m duty bound to be up at 6:30 for Buckle’s calisthenics too. Things are as usual—they say 500-1,000 of you up here by 7/31… The new barracks progressing under efforts of 5,000 workers. I wonder how livable they will be eventually. I’ve dreamed of you twice since July 1, I was looking for you both times and found you too. We’ll be very happy. Darling. Oh yes, I’m spending an hour every evening with Dan going over L.M. book and problems.

Monday, July 5, 1943

The glorious fourth is over and I’m suffering from a terrific hangover. Bill and I made honey yesterday and went to the hospital to have lunch with Mr. and Mrs. Curran. There was a vegetable salad, peas and corn, corned beef and pressed meat, pudding, bread, good coffee (yours) and fudge and peanuts. They asked the Lord’s blessing in their original fashion and requested the presence of you and Polly at the next such gathering. I love you darling. I wish you were here to take care of me because my stomach is rebelling and I feel like hell. We had beans and pork last night, maybe they should be blamed, at any rate I’ve been in distress since 3 a.m. today. Calhoun returned last night and it appears that some of the duds at Santo Tomas are finally convinced that the camp here is to be enlarged. The feeling is that Santo Tomas Authorities have deliberately refused to admit that the camp was to be moved and have regarded us as the unlucky guys that were sent to Los Baños. The refusal to release necessary equipment and charging us total amounts for things that will benefit those yet to come has rubbed a lot of people the wrong way. Classes started today and I enjoyed all three very much; particularly Newman’s German II.

Saturday, June 5, 1943

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.

Thursday, June 3, 1943

₱50 came thru North today—I’ll try to stock up on a few articles and spend as little as possible. A couple of Filipinos were tied to a post in the yard for some offense or other, but were released after a couple of hours this morning. Nothing exciting otherwise. The chief topic of conversation is food, we don’t eat as well as under the shanty system.

Wednesday, June 2, 1943

This morning Porky wanted us (Americans) to build breastworks at the gates. Committee protested, so they had to use Filipinos. Built works of wood and dirt. Commandant ordered this afternoon that at given signal internees were to go to buildings, shut doors and windows and lie prone. There has been guerrilla activity nearby, town of Calawan raided and Mayor “bumped off” within the week; apparently they expect trouble. Not much activity other than routine here. The building program has a long way to go yet. I love you.

Tuesday, June 1, 1943

…Dreston was robbed last night, he sleeps under cottage 3 and his bed is apart from the others. Someone, probably a Filipino, removed a “tampepe” with a lot of valuable stuff from beneath his bunk sometime between 7 and 9 PM.