23rd day, Jan. 19, 1945

We wake up this morning in high spirits. We have a very nice breakfast—as a despedida. All of Col. Andrew’s officers eat the morning meal with us. We set for the beach after breakfast and boarded the sailboat “Mispa.” On board each of us anxiously awaits the humming of a friendly plane, the “Cat,” supposedly..

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17th day Jan. 13, 1945

Why is Col. Andrews killing the pig? Poor creature! He is a lively animal. Poor thing! My heart goes with him. It’s amazing how my difficulty in breathing after meals has disappeared since I left Sn. Joaquin. The salt in the sea breeze must have burnt out the substance that weighed upon my lungs. But..

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