Last April 6 truckloads of personal packages were brought into camp and piled alphabeticelly against the wall of the main building. I could not believe there was no package for me. I watched the G. pile all
day as it dwindled right down to the ground.Then I walked away. Nobody but God knows how I felt! These packages contained, malted milk tablets, cheese, raisins, prunes, butter spam and candy. Not all of them, some of them contained clothing and other personal items. Whatever they contained they were quickly squirreled away… Mary Davis wave me two pieces of candy. Oh well, that was a long time ago, we didn’t know how much hungrier we were to get.
Food is getting much shorter. ] have a heavy feeling in my chest, It is hard to find a comfortable position to sleep in eat night. No water pressure above the first floors,Heavy bombing for past 9 days, None today. Every one in the patio is trying to cook something over a smoking fire — the trunk of a banana tree, flower bulbs, all sorts of weeds, etc. The dogs and cats have all been eaten, Nor is there a pigeon on the place.
The kitchen collected all meal tickets last night for a check up, an extra 125 meals are being served daily. People are so hungry they use all sorts of tricks to get an extra meal.
Mr. Carey, our chief interpreter, is sick with beri-beri. Mr. Wilson and Mr Stanley are sharing his work. Some people say Stanley is pro-Jap. and he ought to be shot. I asked Gladys W. about him. “No,” she said, “He is alright.”(1 later found out that he was one of the camp’s best friends and had done much to improve our lot.)
THIS WILL BE ALL OF THIS I CAN TAKE AND PROBABLY MORE THAN YOU CAN READ.