We have a gasoline tin cut down, with wabeen binding and handles around the top, to use for laundry and bath water. Enid announces at breakfast the rules about using water. No shower baths, only bucket baths. No laundry or baths at all for a day or two until we see how much water there is or unless it rains. June caught rainwater in our can today. We’ll bathe in it and catch another for laundry tomorrow if it rains. It is cold but fresh.
We all eat in two sittings in one mess room. The men do all the cooking, serving and waiting as in the first days at Camp Hay. We can really be proud of the way everyone has adjusted to this new complete shakedown. Everyone is living out of a bag, no shelves, no comforts at all. The bunks aren’t bad except bedbugs appeared in the morning. There is no gasoline, no kerosene or bug powder so we’ll have to pour boiling water down the cracks or else scratch.
The garbage detail went back to Camp John Hay, found the wagon, and pulled it over here on foot. They rolled into our grounds with a grinning guard riding on top. There are 300 Japanese at the Post already and 5,000 arriving!
Jim heard that our captured troops at Bataan were made to walk barefoot San Fernando, Pampanga, without water Or food. This the Japanese will have to pay for some day. They claim 50,000 prisoners.
These barracks are light, airy, built on the tropic style with sliding shell-paned windows, much pleasanter than the buildings we left behind. We have been fortunate in our mountain views and scenery.