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This is not a long story,I was a pow in a camp and worked on the railway, as did so meny others. We were all starved and suffered many different things.
One of my memorys is that I was able to help another prisoner by giving blood,
It was not as it is now, taken with clean needles and limited to a pint or so,
It was taken by means of a bamboo needle the size of a drinking straw which was inserted into the arm of both the giver and reciever.
The blood was allowed to flow from one to the other until the operation complete.
I never met the chap again but heard that he did live to return home.

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