Eight days and eight nights of no food. No sleep. Just drag one foot in front of the other. We buried hundreds of men along the road to (Camp) O'Donnell.

To the Japanese, only dogs were lower than soldiers who would surrender. We buried 500 Americans in blankets at one place along that road.

She's had a good night's sleep (and) some food (and) is rested. (She was) reunited with (her) mom this morning (and) they are planning to return to Austin. (It's a) story with a happy ending.

We think it may have been food poisoning. I may have gotten an hour of sleep. I threw up and then I lay down and it seemed like the alarm went off as soon as I did. I felt awful. My dad told me I had to tough it out.

I had just laid down to go to sleep and got up to use the restroom and I thought it was just like a dispute or something.

Eat whatever one gets and appease the hunger; and sleep wherever one finds shelter. Do not store food for another day or build a house wherein to pass one's days. Escape the entangling coils of the senses and of the ego that prompts them.