We listened to the happy and gay music of Gilbert and Sullivan recordings in the plaza. Usually, their music and rollicking lyrics cheered me, but tonight the music aggravated my depression and loneliness.
Yes, I was lonely, though Catesy sat beside me. Tonight he was far too low in spirits himself to cheer me with a comforting squeeze on my hand. We all felt low. The morale of the camp had touched the bottom of despair.
We were afraid to believe the dreadful news that the Japs were about to take Corregidor!