He wanted the d(rugs.)
The ship lands in port, a few hours behind schedule. Myself and the other thousand or so POW's are herded off the vessel like animals, backed together like sheep. It's
really ducking hot and humid, and to make it worse I'm packed together with a bunch of fools who haven't showered in a few days. Not pleasant.
After going through some sort of processing, we are herded onto vehicles and taken to what appears to be a holding center.