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 & crackers – another some coffee –
I bought for Dorita and the children today 1 kilo rice at $ 80 – and 1/2 lb of margarine at $ 40. I know M.J.O. & all of you want us to live. And we want to get back to you as soon as possible – and not dying – Nor dead like Woody – Poor Woody – he was only 50 years old.
[The remainder of the text is partly on 15 loose top-halves of half-sheets, using the back of a request for a pass and of certificates of ill health and partly numbered sheets.]