Personal Experience: Surviving In The Internment Camp

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October of 1941 marked the start of the last 6 weeks I’d be truly living. If I’d only known that once I’d stepped foot onto the tropical soil of Manila, Philippines as a nurse, I’d only have 6 more weeks of freedom, I would have taken advantage of my final days. I would have written letters to my family back home. I’d tell them I loved them and that I’d try my best to survive in war; I’d try my best to survive in the internment camp. All these little things eat at me every day. They crawl through my brain and remind me of what I could have done, but I didn’t. But what did I do? I partied almost every night because “that’s what everyone else did”. War was just a rumor or an argument officers often discussed around a bar. We had the time of