Oura had a row with Carl yesterday, telling Carl this was Japanese soil and Carl retorted, “No, it isn’t—it’s American soil and if you wait long enough you’ll find out.”
| appreciate close contact with June and Bedie now, watching them grow up and learn for the future. Soon they will be adult and away. These days together are too precious to handle, lest they vanish at a touch, in spite of hunger. We will look back on them as wonderful some day, tough, but wonderful. At least we have not been separated. We will talk the same language after this common experience, not a gulf between us as there would have been if the children had gone to America. Now we have all been through it.