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January 7th, 1942

We are slowing down. The boys say we are waiting for a Dutch boat with a pilot, to take us into a port in the lower Cilebes-Macassar owned by the Dutch. Found out that we have to try to get supplies, also clean laundry. We finally tie up alongside the dock. I can’t see what the place looks like, but the boys tell me that it’s a fair-sized town – all Dutch. I hope we can get some food that I can eat. Lots of Dutch officers are aboard. Plenty of excitement now. Air raid sirens going off. All that can walk are ordered into air-raid shelters on shore. Well, here we are! We can’t get out of bed, so Pass’ and I will have to take it lying down. The airplane that was sighted was