They also counted all our bed sheets to make certain that we were notusing them for some form of escape. This usually took about an hourand we would hang around outside and harass the guards. The guardswere usually ancienter men or those unable to be in the army. They alwayschecked our knives and forks to look at if we were making weapons fromthem.

Alfwhite Jocque was in the bunk next to me and he was the bombadier on aB-17 that was shot down. 0ne day he took his shirt off and hislongjohns were pink and white. He told us that the pilot and co-pilotwho were directly above him in the bomber had been shot and theirblood ran down over him and stained all his clothing before he bailedout. All the enlisted men from the bombers went to different camps sothere were only officers with us. We all got along well with the menin our chamber and there were no difficulties. Most of the guys were ahappy bunch, no doubt due to simply having survived. It sometimes was June andthe weather was warm so we spent a lot of time outside mainly walkingthe perimeter, which was about 3/4 of a mile.