December 2, 1899

The General has given me a Platoon of available men and has ordered me to defend this pass. I am aware what a difficult task has been given to me. Nevertheless, I feel that this is the most glorious moment of my life. I am doing everything for my beloved country. There is no greater sacrifice.

I have a terrible premonition that the enemy will vanquish me and my valiant men; but I die happy fighting for my beloved country.


February 2-10, 1897

We proceeded to the caves of Montalban, making our way over enormous white rocks bathed with crystalline waters coming from a spring which sang along its way. We saw small fishes playing on the river. We entered the cave carrying torches. We failed to reach the farthest end of the cave because of its distance. It is said that an Englishman went around the cave for four days without having reached its farthest end. We planned to go through the Pasig River, but we feared that the enemy might discover us. Thus, we preferred to wait for the weapons which were expected from Imus. We decided to return to Makabod passing through Santo Cristo and spending the night in Pala-pala. From Pala-pala we went to Garay. We separated in Banaban. Our group then proceeded to Matiktik, and from Matiktik to Kakaron, from Kakaron to Pitpitan, and from Pitpitan to Paombong.


January 14-31, 1897

A lamentable accident. Our respected leader Dimabungo (Eusebio Roque) was betrayed by his own men. For that reason, we immediately returned to our hometown. Our conscience did not permit us to still remain in that place among those so-called brothers. On the 13th we stayed at the riverbank, near Pitpitan, to recover our strength. We received word that Dimabungo, his body tied, was brought to Bulacan. The three of us (i.e., Del Pilar’s brother, brother-in-law and himself) were tempted to rescue him from the enemy, but this was impossible; three hundred men guarded him. May our leader forgive us; but we shall avenge him while a breath of life remains in us.

We arrived in Binakod on January 18. We proceeded to Paombong on the 19th, where we found the family of my friend Clemente V. On the 22nd we had a minor skirmish with the enemy in Binakod. On the 24th and the 25th the enemy still threatened our batteries. On the 26th, we started our march towards Imus, passing through Pintong Saplungan, Banaban (Angat), and Lawang (Garay). We spent the evening of the 28th in Pintong Pala-pala (Garay). On the 31st, we resumed our march crossing the mountains and plains of San Jose, until we arrived at Makabod, where we spent the night.


January 11-13, 1897

We went to Angat because we received word that the town would be attacked, but such did not happen. There we found reinforcements of 200 men coming from Santa Maria. Later, we went to Layang-Layang, which was totally burned by the Spaniards. At dawn the next day, we proceeded to Bustos, where we captured Captain Jugo’s volunteers. On the 12th we were at the surrounding areas of Real Paliguid taking from there abandoned rifles, which we planned to bring to Imus. We slept under the big mango tree, the night dew serving as sleeping mat and blanket.


January 2-10, 1897

In this barrio of M. (Manantal) my brother, my brother-in-law and I saw each other again. I don’t know where my other comrades had sought refuge. On this day the Spaniards burned Pulong Gubat and Santol (Bigaa). We went to Kakaron. I saw Maestro Sebio and the other comrades. At dawn we proceeded to Garay (Norzagaray). Here, the comrades who were tired, rested for a while. These days I tried to take things in stride specially so when I learned about the execution of my uncle L. We went to Matiktik (Garay) where we found people friendly to us. Later we went to Layang-Layang (San Rafael), but left, because we had to return to Garay at midnight to rescue the municipal captain. This official ordered the burning of the town in order to escape responsibilities with the Spanish government. The municipal captain joined us.

 


January 4, 1897

Very early in the mornings I go to the springs to watch the river flow. An enchanting sight indeed! And I ask the river the fate of my parents, and of my brothers and sisters whom I left behind, and whose memories I keep. But –the rivulet mute at last– answers me not, with nothing but the murmurs of its wavelets struggling to join the waters below.


January 1, 1897

At dawn today we received word that the enemy was going to attack us. It is hardly necessary to say that we immediately prepared ourselves for the attack.

The sun had hardly risen when we saw at the distance a seemingly endless line of enemy troops coming from San Rafael, placing themselves on the left flank of our troops coming from Kakaron. Later those who came from Bigaa arrived posting themselves in front, and those who came from Santa Maria on thew right side towards our troops, in this manner:

  Sugarcane Field of H. Jugo  
San Rafael Real Paliguid Santa Maria
  Bigaa and Bulacan  

With the arrival of those coming from Santa Maria, their officials ordered the attack on the Fort. They began to discharge their ammunitions. Within the span of 40 minutes there was no accident on our side, inasmuch as the Katipuneros were well protected. The enemy, on the other hand, attempted to ascend the Fort in imminent danger of death and inspite of the small number of casualties in their ranks. Not much time transpired until we saw them begin to appear in our Fort. The firing became more intense. Those of us who answered the enemy fire numbered no more than ten. Our armed men who were taken by surprise, equally suffered much casualties.

As regards myself, I need not say here how I fought. Those who saw me fight can say so. A bullet from a Mauser grazed my forehead, but thank God the damage was negligible. I had to ultimately leave the Fort because when I sought my valiant comrades (of the Katipunan) they were nowhere to be found but this need not cause embarrassment. To save oneself is God’s command. I spent the night in barrio Manatal.


December 28th, 1896

Our preparations are over before dawn. A dove is seen flying across the sky. We leave early, and when the sun is up we see San Rafael in the distance. Upon entering the town we fire off our cannons with such force that it leaves me almost deaf.

We did charge some rounds of ammunition as we enter the town. We stop in front of the Court, because of bullets whizzing by. As we expect enemy reinforcements, some of our comrades burn the town. As we turn to the road we hear horrible discharge of artillery. Our enemies themselves are reconnoitering the place, because some think that troops in the convent are members of the Katipunan. Of our men, one die and five are wounded.

I cannot tell how many casualties on the Spanish side; it is said that it reached forty.


December 27th, 1896

We gather in the afternoon on the summit of a mountain near our headquarters. We kiss the flag and before it renew our pledge of our readiness to die for our country.

Tears well in the eyes of everyone as if in approval of our decision to defend Justice.