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February 2, 1942

Life in the Constipation Camp — nicknamed by our camp wits — went on!

We were all in our room this afternoon when Daphne, the eternal optimist, perked us out of our lethargy. “Our boys are sending messages from the sky!” she shouted, as she saw tiny bits of paper dropping near our windows. Eagerly, we rushed to the windows in hopes of grabbing one of the precious papers.

Alas, there were no inspiring messages or instructions, but only charred scraps of worthless paper carried by the wind.

Disappointed, and feeling somewhat foolish, we went back to our beds, and our hopes for an early deliverance were somewhat dampened.