captivity I was never to see any of this food. In fact, and except
 
for boiled rice, I was never to see much food of any kind.
 
                  After a tortuous trip from Manila, I arrived at the
 
 prison camp at Cabanatuan on July 7th, less than two months after
 
 the camp was formed.
 
                My first impression of Cabanatusn was one of utter
 
 desolation and hopelessness. As I was mustered into the camp I
 
 was first searched by Japanese guards. The only things of value
 
 they found on me were two small bottles containing quinine and
 
 sulfa drugs, which had been given me by a doctor friend at 01d
 
 Bilibid. The Japs confiscated this medicine.
 
             One of the first persons I saw was an Army major whom
 
 I had met at Amy-Navy parties in Manila, and whom I had talked
 
 to on several pleasant pro-Pearl Harbor occasions in the 
 
Transportation Club in the Marsman Building.
 
       "You look awful, "I said to him, staring at his gaunt, stricken appearance.
 
     "I was on Bataan,  "he said. "I made the death march"
 
        I had already become aware of an awful stench about the camp,
 
 but for the first time I noticed that, outside of each barracks, there
 
 was a neat row of bodies. Somehow I knew that the bodies had
 
 been there for some time--clouds of flies arose from them when
 
 groups of prisoners walked nearby.
 
"Good God!"
 
I was pointing.
 
              
 
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