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Description
Mr. Whitman describes the Japanese zeroing in on his sentry post in a hotel, with knee mortars. The last and closest is fortunately a dud. He is restationed near the kitchen, where he has an unexpected feed of freshly cooked chicken.
Transcription
They used those knee mortars, grenade launchers or whatever they call ‘em. And I watched one hit. There was a window about so square, one of them hit one side and there was a bunch of plaster come in from that. And the next one hit the other side, and the third one came through the center. It came down and landed and dig a splinter out of the floor and went in against the wall, where I was sitting and didn’t explode. I’m kinda glad of that. Anyhow, a bunch of fighting went on all day a little more or less with...and that night we got ready to move out. We moved out about midnight. I got a job as a guard on a kitchen that night. They’d cooked up all the chicken they had, I think. We had all fried chicken all over the damn place, so we had a good meal. And a chap came down a while later and he says, “I think you’d better wake up,” he said, “because they’re in the third storey in the building.”