For God's sake, Sergeant, we need to get to cover – we're sitting ducks out here.

Though the sky is fogged with the wildfires south of this location, dulling the sun's piercing ultraviolet punishment, still, my mind is wandersome.

Our journey through the streets of Singapore awoke strange emotions. Very little of the structural damage seemed to have been repaired beyond make-shift patchwork. The streets had a dingy and forlorn look. We arrived outside the British American Tobacco building and had our first experience of the shouting and hustlings that accompanied all Japanese supervision of our movements. We were shouted at to get out of the lorry with our baggage and make out way into the building.

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