July 2, 1942

What a night! Last evening most of us Fil-Americans untied our bunk rolls and put up ow mosquito nets. The Filipino nurses however, did not unpack their bedding; each placed paper, instead of linen, on a mattress and slept without a net. The paper rattled and crackled when the girls moved their bodies, and they moved often because of the mosquitos. What a wretched night we all had! We “Americanos” are highly irritated with our little brown sisters, but the little brown sisters are nonplussed but puzzled that the “Americanos” are so extremely sensitive to noises. This morning at the pier on Corregidor several launches were waiting the one hundred and ten nurses. We were taken out to a freighter and boarded by a ladder along side. We were segregated from the doctors and patients, but the commanding officer of the hospital was allowed to accompany us. We were sent on top deck and sat around on the floor as native Japanese or Indians would do. I do not like this custom of the Imperial Japanese.

Some of the Nip officers attempted to be courteous to us.

Their idea of politeness is to ask many questions and refuse to answer any. the Jap spoke English without an accent, and he braggingly chattered, “I’ve lived in San Francisco the past seven years but was recalled by my
government in October. I like San francisco; I like Americans, but not your Mr. Roosevelt. Do you like him?”

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