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This is a picture taken when I got to the POW Camp. I hadn’t shaved. I hadn’t combed my hair. I hadn’t
eaten much in about a week.

I got a hold of the picture; one of the guys could not walk so he didn’t go on the eighteen-day march.
They sent trucks back to the camp to get them and he got a hold of these pictures. He knew me pretty
well and he sent me that picture. I don’t even know what his name is now.

I know that him and another guy, we got some Limburger cheese that no one would eat. They got to
kidding each other about running a race and who ever lost was gonna have to eat a pat of that Limburger
cheese.

They practiced and kidded each other and then they both backed out cause one of them was gonna have
to eat that cheese. I thought I liked Limburger Cheese, but I couldn’t eat it either.