That malaria, that has got to be the worst
when you get that real bad.
I was actually praying that God would
take me when I had malaria.
And they did have quinine,
they had a little shot glass and
every time you went there,
everyday you had a shot glass of this quinine.
Oh my that's horrible tasting stuff,
the liquid quinine.
But then in North Point the dysentery
got so bad, they took a lot of us and
they thought they'd segregate us.
I don't know if it made any difference
or not but they did.
They had this square building
over by the seawall,
and I don't know how many,
they had one hell of a pile of us in there.
And at the back end of that room,
there was a door approximately
ten feet wide in that, it was an opening,
it wasn't really a door and it was about
six feet right across the back end of there.
And they had these five gallon buckets
that we had to go use for latrines.
And we were laying on the floor,
no blankets and all the guys were
laying on the floor side by side,
and it got so bad in there, guys,
you know, they couldn't get to
them buckets back there.
I'm not, so help me God,
that floor was blood and crap,
those guys crapping on that floor.
We got so weak that they couldn't walk,
and we had a lot of guys that were right
beside us that were dying every day
of that bloody dysentery.
This is horror, that's not just an
ordinary tale I'm telling you, it is, that's horror!
Could you imagine? That guy living and
sleeping in there and you're in that
room 24 hours a day, you can't get out
of there because they’re scared you
might contaminate somebody else
but we all had anyway.