Philippines, March 24th, 1945, Satur- day Dear Iz and Sil, It is twelve-thirty in the afternoon. I am sitting at a makeshift desk in a small room which forms part of the rear section of an old school building, this room, and many others have been converted into several wards. This ward, in partic- ular, is the Prisoner of War section and before me on army cots lie ( CENSOR ) sick and wounded ‘Tojo’ men. They receive good medical care, and, so much as I hate them for what they have done and are doing, as long as they are in my charge, they will receive good nursing care. By vari- ous ‘round-robin’ methods, we manage to converse with each other, and some of the things they say are very interesting. There is no doubt that they are well satisfied and comparatively happy. I imagine they are very much surprised at the treatment afforded them, for, as you know, the Japa- nese are indoctrinated with the belief that Americans are butchers and torture and kill those whom they capture.
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