Evening star., 1945-11-07

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one in dress uniform (left) wa
war. The other was taken aftel
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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 a 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 a boil. And
they took 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 a certain ground. And
even if one did it was sometimes
wrong. Col. Stuart A. Hamilton,
Chemical Warfare officer, and l 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
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 a 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 a man in stock, grinned
and said, 1--WE 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 a complaint, Col. Charles
Lawrence, formerly an instructor in
VAN E0ot OubOlSld1lCC
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-
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, and he
took another terrible whipping.
Lawrence found it 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 a distressing habit
of parading food before us, as
bone might be waved in front of
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 for
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 of
onions and the green tops of car
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kitchen and dumped.
As our conditions became worse,
the little squadroom we had set
aside as hospital became more and
more jammed. We had excellent
American, British, Australian and
Dutch doctors available at the camp.
But they had no proper equipment,
drugs or medicines with which to
treat us.
On February 10, 1913, MlSergt.
James Cayanaugh, Of the headquar-
ters company of the old II Corps.
died as direct result OF starvation.
his death hastened by q strepto-
coccus throat infection for which
our doctors were not able to receive
proper medicines.
A few weeks later Col. Paul D.
Bunker, 59th Coast Artillery, the
man who had had the depressing
duty of raising the white flag over
Corregidor, died for want of drugs
which I am sure the Japs them
selves possessed in their own hos
pital.
Great Football Player.
Col Bunker had commanded the
seward defense on Corregidor. He
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