The enemy’s front lines are practically at our back door. I took my bath late this afternoon at the ravine, and a large piece of shrapnel tore a branch from a tree near me causing my heart to pound hard and fast. I’d hate to die without any clothes on. We worked like slaves today; there are more patients than we can possibly care for. About seven thousand are here. Bill was admitted this morning with a high temperatures he has been sick for days. It is now 8 p.m. We, the nurses, have orders to be ready to leave within an hour. Good-bye, Diary.
Denny Williams
(July 28, 1907 — April 27, 1997), American nurse-anesthetist. Served in Bataan and Corregidor; P.O.W. in Santo Tomas.
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