The San Fernando
We arrived in
The train consisted of six or seven World War I era boxcars, 'forty-
by-eight's, I guess they called them. They
packed us in the cars like sardines, so tight you couldn't sit down. Then they
shut the door. If you passed out, you couldn't fall down. If someone had to go
to the toilet, you went right there where you were. It was close to summer and
the weather was hot and humid, hotter than Billy blazes! We
were on the train from early morning until late afternoon without getting out. People died in the railroad cars. I
don't know why, but the train stopped at a little town outside Clark Field.
They opened the boxcar doors and the Filipinos tried to feed us. The Japanese
beat them off with clubs and shut the boxcar doors. The Filipinos tried to
throw the food since they couldn't get close to the train. We never got the
food. After about an hour, the train started up. Later on, we arrived at the
small town of
WRITER'S NOTE: The little town outside Clark Field was Angeles.