I gave June’s glasses to Jerry and he raged as I hoped he wouldn’t, being upset myself. I have saved some paper for typing and he wants it to make into cigarette papers. Everything I have saved goes like this—someone else gets it or it goes up in flame. It all seems futile. I guess I’ll start using everything. I gave Jerry some sheets of paper and left him as he often leaves me when annoyed. I just can’t talk today.
Bedie traded his dented bullet for two pieces of fudge with a boy going to Manila. He refused to trade it with his sister at any price for weeks. I made him give a taste of the fudge to his sister who always shares with him. Later the small child went by with the bullet polished and hung as a pendant around the neck. I felt it should have been June’s. But what is it but a piece of destruction anyway! Why does everyone covet such souvenirs, hunt for them and trade and hang them like a jewel on the breast? The children are not the only ones. It keeps them busy, shining the small cases which hold the pointed objects of death.
The Committee has made an anti-dog ruling which upsets many. There were only two stray dogs and many have enjoyed them. It was only scraps and old bones that were given to them.vThe wellsprings of our affection have been crushed and dried enough by Nagatomi and his crowd without this unnecessary ruling by our own. The Japanese would have let the dogs stay.