he has fish, pork or chicken and vegetables with his rice. At 
 
night he has his biggest meal, and meat is always served with it.
 
Such menus to the American prisoners now in the Philippines would
 
make every day seem like Christmas.
 
     The diet we received at Cabanatuan would not sustain
 
normal life.
 
     Because of this fact, every effort was made to supplement
 
our diet by any means within our power. The Japanese finally set,
 
up a system by which we could buy food, if we had money, and pro-
 
vided the orders were placed well in advance. It was therefore
 
possible, if a prisoner had about 25 pesos a month, to eke out an
 
existence without becoming a victim of scurvy, beri beri or other
 
illnesses brought about by diet deficiency.
 
     Prisoners without any money, or without friends from
 
whom they could borrow, were almost certain to face illness and
 
probable death.
 
            Before the camp store was put on an efficient basis, a 
 
thriving black market sprang up within our stockade. In this
 
respect, and in describing Japanese brutalities, I would be in-
 
correct if I implied that all of our own people were completely
 
without shortcomings--there were about as many anti-social acta
 
within the prison camp as would be found in a village of similar
 
size in. the United States. The difference, of course, was that
 
in the prison camp the provocation was thousands of times greater.
 
     One of the black market tycoons in the camp, before this
 
evil was finally eradicated by our own efforts, was an officer who