I had a dream about 6 years ago that I was having a fight with a guy and we were wrestling around and he ended up in a position where he could bite the inside of my thigh. In my dream I jerked my thigh away from him. In real life I threw my leg back toward the edge of the bed.

I woke up just as my fall started, and landed flat on my back on the floor. Knocked the wind out of me, and I laid there for a bit just checking that nothing appeared broken and things could move. Rough way to start the day.

It shouldn't be totally on you to remember to record. A simple confirmation of recording before starting the interview would have saved the situation.

Who is Jeff?

One of the janitorial staff at my high school had been on the Bataan Death March, but I only heard him speak of it one time. Over winter break my first year of college, I was helping do some janitor work at the school to make some pocket change. He was talking to a school assembly. I listened in.

He told how he and other POWs had been put on a ship much like this one. They were down in the hold, packed so tight that some of them died, but couldn't fall. There was only one hole in the center of the deck for relieving themselves, and being packed so tight, they couldn't have gotten to it anyway.

It was the quietest I've ever heard a bunch of high school kids.