and mangoes, but the Jap sentries kept them warned back with their
 
bayonets.
 
             Lt. Col. Carl Englehart and I were trying to keep cool
 
under a pup tent which we had put up. The sight of the fruit was
 
tantalizing beyond description. Carl had served as a language
 
student in Japan and, finding a few pesos between us, he spoke in
 
Japanese to a nearby guard, asking him to buy us some fruit.
 
The Jap seemed delighted at hearing an American speak
 
his language. Much to our surprise he got us the fruit, and then
 
hastened away. We had been on a steady diet of boiled rice and
 
watery soup since our capture (when we got anything to eat at all)
 
and we were wolfing down the fruit when the Jap guard returned,
 
smiling and bowing. He spoke to Carl in Japanese.
 
                                                            
 
      " Something ' s up,"   Carl said to me. "The Jap C. 0. wants
 
to see us."
 
        The Jap guard escorted us to the nearby house of the
 
Japanese commanding officer at Cabanatuan. This personage
 
 greeted us in perfect English, but we could see that he was in
 
 a murderous mood.
 
             After the greeting, the Jap commander fixed us with
 
what seemed am interminable scowl. Then he spat at us suddenly:
 
"What do you Americans mean by bombing and machine gunning
 
  Japanese cities?"                                                           
 
                 I am sure that Carl was as dumbfounded am I. ButI also
 
 felt a wild  hope that the American invasion of Japan was under way.
 
We hastily assured the Japanese commander that we knew nothing
 
 about any attack on Japan.
 
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