Homeward bound, I wondered what thoughts had passed through the fellows' minds. I, for one, had delightful recollections of Easter camps at Hanchow, of dusty roads, sizzling frying pans, and breathless sunsets. Koshman talked with me. I asked him what he had felt and said I had noticed a peculiar look on his face. The sight that met the eye beggared all description.
Several thousands lay dying and dead.
The stench was awful. Millions of flies were around. A single medical student was doing all that he could. Three weeks later the ordeal was over. The Japanese surrendered and the internees of Shanghai found freedom.