Our men were building large dining sheds made of wood, and soon they would be completed for the dreaded rainy season. There was an air of finality and permanence about those large dining sheds which made us uneasy.
There was something permanent about everything. One hundred and fifty more civilians were expected from Bataan, and the coming events, such as the Emperor’s birthdav, made us uneasy. Every day the glories and victories of the Land of the Rising Sun were splashed before our eyes in the local rag.