23 January 1939; 1.00pm
I feel so weak. How long will this war last? Is my wife and children alive? I seriously have no answers. Sounds of the gunshots have been lessened these few days and I guess the prosecution will continue. The food they serve here is terrible. How are we going to live with porridge everyday? And what’s worse is that they only serve one serving per day. How can I possibly live with that forever? Is this the end of me? If that's the case, i rather not die in the hands of the Japanese. I can only rely on fate...
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