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the prisoners were saving to
eat to suplement their meal.
I had brought them K rations
and cigarettes from stuff I
had accumulated and they went
for those things as if they were
the most wonderful thing in
the world to eat. The joy of
seeing that I had done some
little thing to help them[word underlined] was
worth all the discomforts and
disappointments I have found in
the army.

One old man walked up to
me and stood there staring at
me with a holy looking smile
of gratitude on his face.