Each day, eight to ten bodies are brought there on sleighs. And they just lie on the snow. Fewer and fewer collins are available, and less and less material to make them. So the bodies are Wrapped in sheets, in blankets, in tablecloths, sometimes even in curtains. Once I saw a small bundle Wrapped in paper and tied with string. It was very small, the body of a child.
At 5:00 P.M. on the 25th, our boys got together for one last crack at the little brown devils. The morale was very high, being backed up by hatred, contempt and disgust for those wanton, raping, sadistic, cold blooded murderers from Japan. A Hong Kong volunteer defence corps captain, a vet. of WW1, later told me it was the finest bayonet charge he had ever witnessed.