To write or not to write, that is the question… nope, this isn’t Shakespeare… just a terribly impatient mutt who’s praying for bombs, bombs, and more bombs.
Gerry Roxas and Tato Liboro were here yesterday. The young kids are anxious to join guerrilla units. Morale has been very high ever since U.S. planes showed up. If the raids continue, I have a feeling the civilian population will take care of everything. Come on America!
Read a Guerrillero’s poem entitled “Someday”. Here it goes:
Someday I’ll live again,
I’ll sing again
A song with freedom’s ring again.
Someday I’ll love again
My heart I’ll give again
Beneath the moon above again.
But now I must fight
For country and right
Guerrillero is the name for me
And my job to strike for liberty.
For the foe at one dark command,
From sky and shore
Swooped down on our native land
And its our no more.
So come and tramp with me
To right this hideous wrong with me
Oh come and camp with me
Up to the hills with me
For now we must fight
For country and right.
Guerrilleros, up with me
and strike with me a blow for liberty!
P.S. A very quiet day. No sirens; no planes; no bombs. Is it the lull before the storm?