December 28, 1944

No air raids; very quiet. We started the day with just mush. No sugar, milk or coffee. Two small ladles of mush 70% rice 30% cornmeal. Incidentally, there is no more corn unless the J.A. brings in some more. Tomorrow for breakfast will be just plain rice mush. Not much nourishment to that. This noon..

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Dec. 28, 1944

In the broiling sun, on our mat rolls, we lay surrounded by straw bags, cloth bags, and jumbled possessions, a perspiring, tired, confused crowd. About two-thirty, they announced that trucks would be coming soon, but not as many as before so the trunks and heavy bags must be left by the road under guard till..

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December 28, 1944

Dec. 28th – No action - Tonight at 7:00 P.M. my good friend, the former monitor of our room, Woody Wilson died - Swollen with beri-beri, his heart muscles gone from starvation -Damn the Japs! My friends are being wonderful to me - one sent me talinum, another a glass of malted milk, another a cup of cocoa..

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