From Bad-as, we are now hitting the trail to the sea below Sinogbuhan San Joaquin. We are here very early—thoroughly exhausted. Our presence attract the attention of people on the beach. We have eaten our breakfast hurriedly. Our sailboats have been waiting for us. We immediately board them and [?] sail with Point Siaton in Negros as our objective. We feel slightly nervous, for we have to pass through Jap-controlled waters between Panay & Guimaras. Thank God, no Jap motor boat pops up. The wind is intermittently blowing, and we drifted into the mouth of the strait for a while. An East wind blows now, late in the evening. We are now heading fast to Siaton. We feel safe now from the enemy.
Yesterday was quiet, but today there have been so many planes flying overhead that I no longer keep track of them. Early in the morning three formations flew over Iloilo bay and dropped their bombs. We have heard that there is an anti-aircraft gun on a small island on the other side of Guimaras Ialand (between Iloilo and Negros).
At noon, three waves flew toward the same direction and bombed again. Just before bombing, the sound of cannon fire was heard.
It has been reported that American ships have been sighted off the coast of Iloilo!
Since my return here on Good Friday April 13, 1900, I have been so occupied with work, and so pulled down by the intense heat and drought that I have had little time or energy for more than <the> daily business. The heat now day after day is almost stifling in the coolest offices 96 or 98 degrees and above 100 in others less well placed, whereas in the sun the heat and glare are indescribable. Clouds of dust too blow thro’ the streets powdering the bushes along the country roads until even the foliage is white. Water is very scarce, much that we get comes by water boat from Guimaras. Still the command remains in fair health, though Signal Corps men out on field work have suffered severely from fever and exhaustion. Most people are pulled down and very thin and cadaverous in appearance. I myself am reduced to 140 1/2 pounds a loss of 29 1/2 pounds since I sailed from San Francisco. My clothes hang about me like bags and I do not seem to have the muscles of a kitten. Still my health — thank goodness — continues fair. (May that continue. Now another expedition is on.