Evening star., 1945-11-07

| lilCSc GWO plCtuIcS give d
ton Gen. Wainwright underwear
one in dress uniform (left) wa
war. The other was taken after
gained several pounds over his I
temptation was great, we could not
slaughter them at the time we
bought them because there would
not have been enough meat to make
more than shred for each man.
So we set about the task of raising
them, against the day when they
would be large enough to provide
| for us.
1t was considerably worse than
watching pot come to boil. And
they took a lot of caring for. The
work of herding them made a man
of age and rank feel foolish. 1t
would not have been so bad, prob
ably, if we had been able to handle
them as we wished. But the Japs
had to have say in the business
of raising them. The Japs de-
cided each day just where the herd
could Craze, and the herders must
keep the wandering goats precisely
in the chosen area.
Wrong When Right.
1t is difficult to hold free -willed
goats to certain ground. And
even if one did it was sometimes
wrong. Col. Stuart A. Hamilton,
Chemical Warfare officer, and took
over the herd from Gen. Heath one
day and he outlined for us the
boundaries in which we must keep
the goats.
This we managed to do, by keep
ing pretty much on the run around
| the herd. But then we looked up
and saw an irate Jap soldier run
ming at us. A fence separated us.
He called Col. Hamilton and me
over to the fence, made us stoop
over it. and shipped us on the nose
a few times to indicate that we
were grazing the goats in the
wrong place.
! I sometimes think that such mean
and preposterous punishment as
this was almost as CALLING as the
shock of being brutally beaten If
I had had the strength that day,
and my teeth had not been loosened
by malnutrition and beatings, I
would have chewed right through
! that fence.
But Col. Hamilton cooled me off.
He had taken number of simply
dreadful beatings during the pre-
ceding weeks. When the nincom-
! poop Jap flicked us on the nose,
Hamilton just turned his head to
me- like man in a stock, grinned
and said, I've been hit a damn
sight harder than that"
/ Food Becoms Worse
The goats grew with excruciating
slowness and the food at Karenko
became, if possible, worse. Though
he knew full well the inevitable out
come of complaint, Col. Charles
Lawrence, formerly an instructor in
the Quartermaster Subsistence
School at Chicago, got up letter Of
protest to the camp commander one
day and presented it to Boots"
Nakashima for presentation.
Boots" told the Jap soldier in
charge of our kitchen instead. The
soldier Immediately sent for Law
renee and when the colonel appear
ed, half-hopeful that his expert ad-
vice would be listened to, the Jap
gave him dreadful beating all over
the kitchen-While our enlisted men
who had been turned into kitchen
slaves, had to watch.
Bloody and bruised, Lawrence re-
i ported back to Boots" He was sent
back to the kitchen again, after the
Jap there had been told that he
had protested the beating, sand he
took another terrible whipping. .
Lawrence found 1t impossible to
believe that men could be such
beasts. Certain that he could not
have been understood, he limped
back to Boots" and was sent to the
kitchen once more. There he re-
ceived his third and worst beating
His face was hardly recognizable
for days after that.
Parade Food Before Yanks.
The Japs had distressing habit
of parading food before us, as q
bone might be waved in front of q
starving animal and then with
drawn. Each morning, shortly be-
fore we went out to work, Jap SOL
diers would push one or two large
handcarts, piled with vegetables
through the prison compound
Though we tried not to do it, all
OF us would stop whatever we were
doing just to watch. Gen. King
called them hope carts"
The carts would be pushed FIRST
to the kitchen which provided fol-
the Jap camp force, and we would
watch all but tiny portion Of the
vegetables unloaded and carried in
side. Then the almost empty carts
containing usually the stalks o1
onions and the green tops of car
rots-would be moved over to ou
kitchen and dumped.
AS our conditions became worse
the little squadroom we had sci
aside as hospital became more anc
more jammed. We had excellent
, American, British, Australian anc
Dutch doctors available at the camp
But they had no proper equipment
drugs or medicines with which tt
treat us.
On February 10, 1s43, MlSergt
James Cavanaugh, of the l1eadquar.
ters company of the old II Corps
died as a direct result of starvation
i his death hastened by a strepto.
coccus throat infection for which
our doctors were not able to receive
proper medicines.
4 A few weeks later Col. Paul D
Bunker, 59th Coast Artillery, tn,
man who had had the depressing
i duty of raising the white flag owe
Il Corregidor, died. for want of drug
; which am sure the Japs them.
/. selves possessed in their own hos.
!. lpital.
! Great Football Player.
: Col. Bunker had commanded thu
, seaward defense on Corregidor. H,
was big, hearty, robust man ans