From my diary:

Early this morning I had one of those jobs which the other people around me know isn't the sort of job for me. Seven suspects were brought, blindfolded and handcuffed, to our stronghold where we had to stand guard over them for around an hour and a half before they were taken from us. We were supposed to make sure that they didn't talk to one another, or try to flee. I got the job for part of that time.... Our g'dud commander tells us that the only soldiers who kill prisoners are cooks and quartermasters.He's more or less right, and though there was a lot of talk, when our prisoners had to urinate, even though people said "let him go in his pants", these same people led them to a proper place and undid their hands.