Today I went out in the main tunnel just before the surrender; it was packed with dirty, hungry and exhausted men. Some asked for water; some for food; and the pity of it is that very little is to be had. Some of them were swearing; some were staring into space. I tried not to show any emotion, but I hurried back to our lateral to be alone. Such a sad, sad day-—the Japs are everywhere and are horrible, ugly creatures. I avoid them as I would the plague. Jam curious to know just what they are going to do with us. Dear Diary, I can’t tell you just how terrible this is.