Diary of Claire Phillips

March 6, 1943

Fear for my sanity, really. My book is a comfort. Can let my hair down to it and it alone.

Have colonel where I want him. Madly in love with me . . . I know he’ll do anything I ask him now.

I don’t know how long I can take this face slapping. Twice tonight… Leg better today. But still swollen. God how I hate them.

Pray to God I can see him. If I don’t see [him] soon I’ll go crazy. Think of him every day. Can’t get him off… Read More »January 30, 1943

Had to drink to the death of more and smile. Not easy.

Only bare necessities now. Everything stay[s] high. Hard to make both ends meet.

[feeling like] the girl in Rebecca,… this is a rich relation’s home, not mine… eating like a pig …everything tastes so good.

…so loud we must shout to be heard. We’re in a tight spot, but can move. Pray we come through safe.

kicked the rats off covers all night