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Month July 1943

Saturday, July 31, 1943

The new barracks were inspected by the J.M. today—maybe we’ll know the verdict soon. The repatriation bug is in the air again. I hope we can see it out now after all these months. If I’m on any list I surely want you to there too. I hate to think about it so we shall see what we shall see. I’m enjoying the history as time passes I’m sure that I will give it more and more study and preparation. I want to see you darling—three cartons of cigarettes I’ve saved for you, some extra tooth powder, aspirin and quinine—I’ll wait until you arrive before adding anything to stock.

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Friday, July 30, 1943

The barracks seem ready and the contractors men are conspicuous by their absence. The bus returned and two girls with it as secretaries—a silly idea with plenty of men available to do the work. Bill made jam and we tried it on toast with coffee in company with Crane and Cromwell tonight. There’s still no news when you’re coming—hope to hear more tomorrow.

Wednesday, July 28, 1943

Things are moving faster, a petition’s been filed by our committee with the Commandant to be forwarded the General in Command. They were strong and I’ll try to keep copies of them. Last night a group circulated a resolution for signature by internees, supporting the petition and further requesting that the Chairman and Vice Chairman be permitted to present our case to the Co. Gen. personally soon as possible. Everyone here signed it with the exception of Bradney who doesn’t approve anything…

Monday, July 26, 1943

Cigarettes 35 cents per pack today. I’ll have to stop smoking again—With more success I hope. The grounds around the barracks are being cleared by the contractor, I guess they’re nearly finished. The look dark and foreboding, Darling, I love you.

Saturday, July 24, 1943

…The lumber raiders, headed by young Francisco, overdid it this morning and the Guard Captain announced today that if caught they would be dealt with according to military law. The F’s are up to their customary practices and among other things allegedly running three gambling games. The repatriation rumor is in part a fact, 21 of us here have been approached on the subject. I hope you’re not on the list, but I would be surprised if you are. No—you’ll be up here with me—one of these days.

Friday, July 23, 1943

I didn’t get to bed early enough last night. Monitors meeting that indicated our peculiar position here and indicated that you probably will not be coming up except under violent protest until the middle of next month at the least. The lightless, waterless, toiletless barracks are being desperately protested and it may be that the visit of Lt. Gen. Kuroda was significant. At any rate his reaction is being awaited. We’re getting along. The noon meal yesterday had bad meat in it. My leg is nearly healed but I’m still running to the bath room 4-5 times a day… The uncertainty of things has bad effects—morale and things are sort of drifting. They used the month’s allotment of gas for the truck hauling shrubs and trees for beautification planting so had to keep the bus here to haul 5 sacks of rice from the RR Sta. That sort of thing burns everybody up. Manning is quite discouraged, can’t get anyone to do anything and no one likes what he does—he has charge of labor pool personnel I’d like to help him out but I’m going to pursue my own program.

Tuesday, July 20, 1943

…Nothing to report beyond the fact that Lt. Gen. Kuroda, High Commander [sic] of Philippines, visited the camp yesterday. I guess Calhoun had the whole crew at the office “spruce” up and the Gen didn’t give them a blow anyway…

Friday, July 16, 1943

The picture of our super executive chief of the const. dept. personally shoveling a hole in front of the Gym for the planting of a shrub while the septic tank out in back was overflowing aroused a great deal of comment today—slightly exaggerated maybe, but substantially the truth. Hamburgers tonight for the first time, tasted good too.

Thursday, July 15, 1943

Cal went to Manila today. Commandant offered information yesterday that new barracks would be turned over to us without electricity, running water and other than Chick Sale affairs for toilets, to say nothing of a lack of concrete floors and verandas. Cal is going to protest and try and delay your arrival here. I hope you come up anyway and that they move men into the barracks and leave the buildings to the women. I want to see you. Hope you send some peanut butter some time.

Wednesday, July 14, 1943

I am having swell folding chair made, seat and back of rattan of course. In fact I think I’ll make it two if they’ll take my little one in the trade for pay of one… We sent packages and notes today; I sent ₱20 and I hope you buy a few things for yourself.

Monday, July 12, 1943

Two men, father and son were brought in today from Southern Luzon, they’ve apparently been out all this time. They look sort of bewildered.

Saturday, July 10, 1943

No paper today, some say it was held at the gate because of the news. One copy came in contained something about expected naval engagements in South and Japanese claim that their major defense line, Sumatra, Java, Brunei and Celebes is impregnable. Wonder what you’re doing… I saw one of the kitchen help cooking a steak on an open fire out in front of God and everybody while I was choking over my mongo beans and squash this noon. I wrote a note to Calhoun and an investigation was underway before dinner time. He’s a pretty square guy… I heard today that one guy sold his pair of army shoes just issued to those who were “on their uppers” and lost the money at poker. After all the gab about the distribution of the shoes the whole affair is a mess. I sympathize with Bill McCandish in his utter distrust of 80% of the people of the camp. A new watch tower is being built on the hill near your old house. It’s high and overlooks the whole camp. I love you, pleasant dreams.

Thursday, July 8, 1943

Calhoun can’t get over Santo Tomás spending ₱475 for “pottie” washing equipment, does seem ridiculous when we can’t get lumber to patch hole in floor or pipe to repair defective septic tank that is draining on surface 30 ft. from living quarters. Wonder how far the Sit Down protest at Santo Tomas will go—talk is cheap enough but I’ll bet when the J. Mil. says move, they’ll move. I love you.

Wednesday, July 7, 1943

I’m practically recovered from my gastronomic disturbance following the holiday debauch. I hope I can keep up to my present program Monitor, Safety and Order, Ant. History—I’m taking Spanish—German—Accounting and two Economics courses, besides reading Caesar’s Commentaries under the guidance of one the padres, Dr. Griffiths Literature courses, and trying to read Gibbon’s Decline and Fall and Durant’s Story of Philosophy. When you come up I want you to take French and teach me about Music and you too can take the Spanish course. I wish you were here now. I’m duty bound to be up at 6:30 for Buckle’s calisthenics too. Things are as usual—they say 500-1,000 of you up here by 7/31… The new barracks progressing under efforts of 5,000 workers. I wonder how livable they will be eventually. I’ve dreamed of you twice since July 1, I was looking for you both times and found you too. We’ll be very happy. Darling. Oh yes, I’m spending an hour every evening with Dan going over L.M. book and problems.

Monday, July 5, 1943

The glorious fourth is over and I’m suffering from a terrific hangover. Bill and I made honey yesterday and went to the hospital to have lunch with Mr. and Mrs. Curran. There was a vegetable salad, peas and corn, corned beef and pressed meat, pudding, bread, good coffee (yours) and fudge and peanuts. They asked the Lord’s blessing in their original fashion and requested the presence of you and Polly at the next such gathering. I love you darling. I wish you were here to take care of me because my stomach is rebelling and I feel like hell. We had beans and pork last night, maybe they should be blamed, at any rate I’ve been in distress since 3 a.m. today. Calhoun returned last night and it appears that some of the duds at Santo Tomas are finally convinced that the camp here is to be enlarged. The feeling is that Santo Tomas Authorities have deliberately refused to admit that the camp was to be moved and have regarded us as the unlucky guys that were sent to Los Baños. The refusal to release necessary equipment and charging us total amounts for things that will benefit those yet to come has rubbed a lot of people the wrong way. Classes started today and I enjoyed all three very much; particularly Newman’s German II.