Diary of Victor Buencamino

May 9, 1942

Tired. Lonely. Defeat makes one weary. It saps the strength. Good news gives vigor. Sad news depresses. And when there is nothing you can do, when you are helpless, the situation becomes worse. Corregidor has fallen. What can any of us do? Shall we continue waiting? It is torture to wait when one is anxious.

At Avenida Rizal, the Propaganda Corps has floated a balloon with the announcement: USAFFE SURRENDERS. It is like rubbing sand on an open wound. It hurts.

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