Dec. 14, 1942
It is a constant struggle to get spoons enough to set the table, bowls in line, to keep track of tins or soap. Once a… Read More »Dec. 14, 1942
It is a constant struggle to get spoons enough to set the table, bowls in line, to keep track of tins or soap. Once a… Read More »Dec. 14, 1942
During lunch, after several days buildup of watching and trailing Mr. Menzies, the guards beat him. They found a five-gallon can and four bottles of… Read More »Dec. 1, 1942
A type of rugged camp humor: One man raved about marriage and his love for his wife, which grows with the years like a flower.… Read More »Nov. 27, 1942
During Special Diet serving, eight booted officers, including a real live general, inspected camp with a bodyguard of eight soldiers with bayonets. These last pressed… Read More »Nov. 19, 1942
By chewing on my front teeth I can enjoy one peanut at a time. A number of New England habits have been invaluable in this… Read More »Oct. 15, 1942
Jerry brought sub-coffee, fried mush, and pomolo in sugar for early breakfast. I tied my hair back, unbraided, which seems to make me look younger,… Read More »Sept. 27, 1942
Jerry’s disposition is certainly not normal. He has no appetite or pep, looks thin, just pushes around and has no hope of any American approach… Read More »Sept. 25, 1942
Toyko rages over our inhuman treatment of internees in America, moving them from camp to camp making a seventy-year-old man work, kicking a thirteenyear-old boy… Read More »Sept. 14, 1942
There is much animated activity in the air. For the last three months, that is, since the fall of Corregidor, hardly have we seen a… Read More »August 20, 1942