17th August, 1945
1945: Since early yesterday afternoon we have been hearing
rumours that the war is over, although so far the nips have
given us no indication at all. To-night the camp is in a
fever heat and everybody is rushing around telling one another
that it can't be true. We have our hearts in our mouths
but a pray in our heart; it must be true, we know that the
day must come some day but after three and a half years
P.O.W. misery and hunger, it does not
seem right for us to be ever released. Here's hoping.