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distributor, and take the guts out of it, and bevel the edges and drop it into the neck of the canteen. It fit perfectly. We would fill up the canteen with alcohol, then put water in the hollowed out resister case, then screw the cap on tight. That would further seal the lip so when we got into camp, if there was any question, we would open the canteen and it was water. I think between Williams and I had a canteen and a half. We knew better than to drink too much of it because we would get drunk. So we saved it for the day we were freed. By the time that happened, I think we had one full canteen left, and we did celebrate. The incident I remember most about that garage deal was during one of the daylight Napalm (gelled gasoline) raids, incinderary raids - now the napom bombs were so constructed that they had a concrete nose cone with a hole down through the center of it with a little propellor. As the bomb dropped the propellor would wind off and fall away, and the nose cone would fall away, which allowed the panels on the side to open up and spread the napalm down all over the area. One of those nose cones dropped through the roof of this garage and a little glob of napalm came along with it. This Japanese had on his split-toe tennis shoes tried to stomp it out. I've never seen an Indian do a war dance better than that. He really went with it trying to get that shoe off. That reminded me that the night that Corregidor fell I had a dream. The first time I slept out from under cover in all that time, and I dreamt of seeing these huge four-motored bombers coming over with a star and two white bars, rather than what we were used to which was a white star with a blue field and a red center. They changed that because it would be too easily to mistake that red center for the "meatball" and so they devised this other. Anyway, this was my dream, and I dreamed they were dropping Christmas trees. As it turned out, at night those napalm
Interview with O. H. "Karl" King of Fort Worth, Texas, who is a World War Two veteran of the United States Marine Corps. In the interview, Mr. King recalls memories of his travels, the Japanese attack on Clark Field, the Battle for Bataan, and when he was a Japanese prisoner-of-war. He also talks about other experiences he had while serving in the Marines and his life before and after the war.
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Graham, Eddie & King, O. H.Oral History Interview with O. H. King, September 28, 2002,
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September 28, 2002;
Fredericksburg, Texas.
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crediting National Museum of the Pacific War/Admiral Nimitz Foundation.