From MEZALI travelled by truck with exhaust fumes entering under the tarpaulin cover with people vomiting in turns over the side. By noon we reached RONSHII the lines southernmost operational point. We found shelter in a dilapidated hut. Six miles only separated us from TAMBAYA. We walked them, stepping from one railway sleeper to another. The rain accompanied us all the way.
TAMBAYA looked inhospitable on that bleak day. The camp straddled the railway line. Nine dilapidated huts on the east side and three on the west. The huts had before the war been part of a British Coolie camp but recently they had been occupied by the prisoners of A Force.
Japanese Officer in charge; Lieutenant Saito. By sheer malice rather than allow us vegetables, which were much needed, the Japanese held them back and let them rot.
Unknown Soldier. 1943
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