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April 22, 1942

No more coffee, but this doesn’t bother me too much. Cigarettes are getting very scarce, but I still have some, and anyway I don’t care even if I do run out. Oats continue wormy and buggy. Same food every day. I guess we should be thankful for that, but I still wish for more and better. For a tropical jungle Bataan certainly yields the least to eat possible. In fact, nothing.