Delivering the Bread

We had taken over the Japanese wireless sets in the camp, we had operators in our camp and we were in communication with the American authorities until we got released and until we got our orders to move out on a special empty train that come by to pick us all up. They were dropping... as I say, they left out nothing, the Americans... I love them, I should do. They left nothing to be desired, boy they had nothing but our feelings and they must have known what we needed because boy, it was there. They went so far, over the radio, they got in touch with the radio for Oyama Camp, they knew where it was at, and I guess maybe they did the same with all the other camps, I got no idea. They told us, we had a shack that was the cook house, it had big doors. They told us to open them doors and leave them open. And some guys came with a fighter plane with some hot bread from a bakery off of a battleship and they said they were going to shoot it through that, drop it, and they dropped it and it went skidding right across the floor through them open doors in the cook shack, some hot bread. Holy Jeez, but you know this was just done as a lark, as a joke from these here pilots, but they were good guys. They took care of us.