the chinks in their barracks as the Japanese lined up the five
 
Americans and two Filipinos and executed them by rifle fire.
 
There was no trial.
 
     The problem of food at Cabanatush was always a pressing
 
one. Despite the fact that the food the Japs gave us was deadly
 
in its monotony, we werenever at any one meal given as much as
 
we wanted to eat.
 
     For breakfast at Cabanatuan we were rationed one mess
 
kit of lugao, a thin concoction of rice and water. At noon and
 
at night we received one mess kit of steamed white rice, with 
 
about one-half canteen cup of a greenish-colored soup, usually
 
with no substance in it. When there was substance, it consisted 
 
of camote tops, the leafy part of the Philippine sweet potato. In
 
the five months I was at Cabanatush, the only piece of meat I ever
 
received was a half-inch cube of a carabao which had died on the
 
prison confines. This great event happened once.
 
     On one occasion the Japs gave us three chickens and nine
 
eggs for each mess of five hundred men--doubtless so they could
 
claim in their propaganda that we were fed on chickens and eggs.
 
After my escape, and return to the States, I was shown Japanese
 
propaganda statements which declared that American prisoners of
 
war in the Philippines are given the same diet as that received 
by the Japanese soldier. Nothing could be further from the truth. 
 
Such a fare, to us, would have seemed sheer luxury. For breakfast
 
the Japanese soldier has a vitaminized mush with his rice. At noon