January 8, 1945

Planes! planes! planes! Bombing! bombing! bombing! What a day! All sorts of rumors ere flying around: The Japanese are moving out leaving our central Committee in charge, with only a Japanese guard at the gate. Today we are to get two scoops of rice. I browned all my raw rice and cooked enough so we could have a real meal at noon. Then I mixed my last can of salmon with it, and the Wilner’s and I had it for lunch. Turkey never tasted better!