Bataan Feast

Jill Zeller



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© 2011 by Jill Zeller
Originally published in
Solander, Magazine of the Historical Novel Society, 2008
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Bataan Feast

It is a bad day, picking shrapnel out of wounds, cleaning pools of foul diarrhea, slipping on the blood of the operating room floor. I squeeze Connie's hand. We are both famished, having just finished our shifts at the hospital. I could barely find the energy to wash and set my hair; this jungle heat tugs my auburn curls and straightens them. Connie's blond hair is always neatly combed, pulled in tight rolls. Most of the time I keep mine hidden under a scarf.

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