Diary of Basilio J. Valdes

November 2, 1944 – Thursday

A bad night. The Japanese took advantage of the beautiful moon to raid us several times. At 2 a.m. as I lay awake in bed I heard the peculiar noise of the bombs falling through space. I rushed out of bed grabbed my helmet and rushed to the staircase to go downstairs. While I was still at the top of the staircase, two explosions were heard about 300 yards from the house. One family of five was killed. The second bomb fell on the corner of a street nearby wounding a man in a nearby house.

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