April 29, 1945 Sunday
It was 3 o’clock in the morning; the boat started to move. We could not see anything; it was pitch black. Destination unknown. In the… Read More »April 29, 1945 Sunday
It was 3 o’clock in the morning; the boat started to move. We could not see anything; it was pitch black. Destination unknown. In the… Read More »April 29, 1945 Sunday
Sunday. A fine Pepys am I but events move too fast to record. The massacre of the white people in this town sounds unbelievable, but… Read More »February 25, 1945
Corregidor and Bataan of historic memories were taken with relative ease. History did not repeat itself. The small but epic peninsula was cleaned of Japanese… Read More »February 25, 1945
“. . . and Sheridan only twenty miles away.” So runs the old poem. If we had a poet in our midst, we might do… Read More »January 23, 1945
In the broiling sun, on our mat rolls, we lay surrounded by straw bags, cloth bags, and jumbled possessions, a perspiring, tired, confused crowd. About… Read More »Dec. 28, 1944
The dancing and general excitement of the day, not to mention the pitiful overeating (if one can call it that), was too much for Bede.… Read More »Dec. 25, 1944
The events are developing kaleidoscopically. The Philippine government, reduced to the bare minimum, that is, to the members of the Cabinet—the multitude of government employees… Read More »December 22, 1944
During the complete quiet of roll call we all heard a long sustained salvo of guns, heavy guns, also planes and the rip of bombs.… Read More »Dec. 16, 1944
A few days ago, our Chief of Police surprised us with a strange action. He posted his officers at all intersections of Session Road—the Escolta… Read More »December 8, 1944