October 17, 1944

Still no bombs, I'm sore. We were having breakfast when the "air-raid" alarm sounded. You can't hear it very well out here in Santa Mesa but the servants in the kitchen said the sentries have placed the red flag and that means there's an air-raid. I opened the radio to verify and it was blacked..

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Oct. 11, 1944

Jerry earns camotes which help the family meals. He seems to like the garden and has his second wind like Bedie. I have mine and wish June would get hers. I sat up reading pages of my toilet paper — Women in Love. There are many pages of majestic writing. Internally I feel normal for the..

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Aug. 26, 1944

I woke with diarrhea and then had bad chills, one after another. My hands and upper lip were numb, ears filled and cracking. I crawled into the dugout with my blanket and pillow, unable to eat the poorly cooked rice, feeling as though part of me had stopped working, wanting only to close my eyes..

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Aug. 16, 1944

One says it is a scandal that Dr. Shafer is giving hypos to some of the officers and guards who come to the hospital—he should give only sterile hypos of clear water. This type of thought infuriates me, not only from the humane standpoint, but from the immediate practical one. We are still in their..

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Aug. 8, 1944

Jerry says it is funny that three of us should get B-2 deficiency when he hasn’t had it yet. I tell him he has had the other kind, B-I, far longer than we have had ours. I don’t talk about a lot of things but I know them. He looked at me and didn’t say..

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Aug. 6, 1944

Poor Bede is so hungry. I told him to come to me when he couldn’t stand it and we would talk but not to ask Daddy for it drives him crazy to be able to do nothing, and we just haven’t enough to keep giving extras. I told him Daddy was a big man who..

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July 31, 1944

Bede has brought me some small nasturtium leaves, knowing my hunger for green. He hides them and is almost in tears at finding something for me. I make him promise to pick no more leaves of any kind unless he is sure they belong to no one, for they are green gold now and one..

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July 28, 1944

A priceless note from Mr. Yamato: “Oh dear Mr. Chairman [of the internees’ committee] and Mr. Denki—In this scientific age of ours we must make things all indistinct, not obscure. The little fences which we have just made yonder is the boundary of the Japanese soldiers and you. They do not go beyond without special..

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