September 26, 1944
Am very tired, fagged out. Carrying furniture and bags the whole day. We’ve moved to a small bungalow in V. Mapa. The Japs have taken… Read More »September 26, 1944
Am very tired, fagged out. Carrying furniture and bags the whole day. We’ve moved to a small bungalow in V. Mapa. The Japs have taken… Read More »September 26, 1944
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… Read More »September 25, 1944
Its been a lonely day. No bombs. No siren. Nothing but wait and wait and wait from morning to afternoon to late this evening. We’ve… Read More »September 24, 1944
Manila’s agog. Everybody’s talking and whispering and laughing and dreaming about the raid. Everybody feels the Americans will be here before Christmas. Somebody opined “around… Read More »September 23, 1944
Didn’t know we still had baloney these days until I read the Tribune. It was crying out loud about Filipinos being angry due to the… Read More »September 22, 1944
[Note: after the last previous entry, April 20, 1942, the diary resumes at this point.] U.S. planes bombed Manila this morning and afternoon. They came… Read More »September 21, 1944
Capas, Tarlac F.C. Camp Joined the grave-detail. We buried those that died this morning. Some of the graves yesterday were not dug deep enough. The… Read More »April 21, 1942
F.C.C. Capas, Tarlac Found a good friend, Toots Rivera. He is in charge of one of the kitchens. He gave me two “camotes.” It was… Read More »April 20, 1942
Concentration Camp Capas, Tarlac Great day. Dr. Escoto of the Red Cross was able to enter our camp. He was called by the Camp Commander… Read More »April 19, 1942