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May 2, 1942

Like the man who brought the cat home by the tall we’ve had a great many experiences that will never become dim or remote. For many days at the Hospital we recuperated thru rest. Chow was meagre but good in quality. We supplemented with coffee and bacon furnished by the Japanese. The guards were firm but falr. Most of us were pretty weak and malaria kept popping up along with dysentery. As time went on the chow improved. I was getting stronger against the day when we should hit the road. The call came on the 29th of April and we pulled out about midnight, riding trucks to Balanga. A day there with 3 meals of rice and more trucks landed us in San Fernando.

Overnight in a huge barn and breakfast of rice in the AM saw us in a box car for O’Donnell. It was a hot trip and about 3 hours long. The march to camp was hard but not unbearable. It was a very tired and wearily hungry group that pulled in here last night. The officers are quartered in nipa shacks, sleeping on bamboo slats. The weather is hot and dry. A breeze takes the edge off and aside from lack of water our lot is not too bad. No civilians are allowed in to peddle and cigarettes are practically nil. Our main dish is rice with occasional sugar, some vegetable and rumor of meat to come.

There is a lot of dysentary and malaria and many deaths.