A note from someone who escaped from Bataan to join a guerrilla outfit: "Finally landed a job and duty ... going from town to town ... business quite successful ... recently received brand new merchandise at a nearby port. We have supplies for many months." (Must've been from a U.S. sub.)

Father Theo, a ruddy, gray-haired German Catholic missionary who's becoming famous in Manila for helping the boys in Cabanatuan, was able to deliver 300 aspirin pills from Mrs. Menzi and 100 Quinine Sulfate pills of mine to the hospital camp. The priest explained he could take medicines but not food, clothes, notes or money (he does anyway). He warned us not to mention his name in any notes. "I don't give a darn if they get me," he says, "but it'll spoil my work." The only way to get stuff in to Joe at Camp 3 is to slip it to the chaplain there though he can't guarantee that it will reach Joe. Father Theo is going back there on the 15th so I'll prepare another package for Joe.