20th day, Jan. 16, 1945

This is my wife’s birthday. Many happy returns of the day for her. What a loving, devoted, and faithful girl she is! I love her more and more and as the years go by—she has done more for me than I for her! She is even young and fragrant. We had been having our little quarrels—but amidst the worst of them, I always had a tender feeling for her in my bosom. In all of our temporary and brief breaks she practically had reason on her side. I was always at fault. Nevertheless, I always tried to make it appear that she was all wrong.

Without her imagination and encouragement throughout all these past three dark years, I might have weakened. But the stalwart heart that she showed standing by me, I steadfastly held on up to now.

I wonder whether some one else, not her, could have given me the strength that had kept me fighting on to this day.

All honor and glory to that great and brave girl—my wife.

My thoughts and my prayers today are for her, my little boy and our homes.

For three solid years, I had not attended mass. But today, fortunately, Father Frondosa is here and said mass. For my wife, on this day, her birthday, I went to mass this morning. What a beautiful morning, and a glorious day, for her, and our little boy!


1st day, December 28, 1944

We leave [Panay] today early, with Osorio as our objective for the night. The day is cloudy and the sun has not come out with its heat. We have made in good time the rough mountain trails, hitting a point a little over Osorio at about 7 p.m. Here we bivouac for the night, on the edge of a little stream. My cargadores sleep on the ground under a huge rock. We take our rest in a vacant small cottage, wherein three of us fit in snugly.

My companions are Roberto, my eldest son, Patsy, my nephew, Sp. Dep. Govs. Golez & Afatalicis*. P.S. Serelina is our principal guide.

 

*Note: There is no such person. Possibly error in transcription. There was a Deputy Governor Abelardo Aportadera.