Finally arrived at San Fernando. My feet were sore. Shoes all worn out, and I was so weak, I couldn’t have gone much farther. It seemed heaven when we hit there.
We were fed rice and brown sugar while at San Fernando, and got all the rice we could eat.
I helped the sick fellows out, and could get in and out the gate. Made a bit of money and smoked and ate well until we left April 19-42.
A Filipino boy was bringing me cigarrettes and pork chops, fried chicken, etc. I paid him well, but hope to meet him again.