October 24, 1944
There are bombers flying. Nope, they’re pursuit planes, plenty of them, about fifty. They’re up too early, I think. Ben’s looking at them and he… Read More »October 24, 1944
There are bombers flying. Nope, they’re pursuit planes, plenty of them, about fifty. They’re up too early, I think. Ben’s looking at them and he… Read More »October 24, 1944
It’s five days since I’ve last written because I’ve been too excited. So many happy things have taken place which you’ve probably heard. They’ve been… Read More »October 23, 1944
I don’t know what history books will write about this day. Maybe they’ll put it down as the beginning of the offensive for the reconquest… Read More »October 18, 1944
These days, everything is haywire. Telephones don’t work. Newspapers arrive three to four days later. No gas-men nor refrigerator mechanics nor electrician when you need… Read More »October 1, 1944
I don’t know whether to laugh or to mourn but the puppets among us are still trying to show that we really have independence around… Read More »September 27, 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
Read a Guerillero’s poem. Somebody left it in my desk. Perhaps there are guerilleros in the office: SOMEDAY Someday, someday, I’ll live again, I’ll sing… Read More »July 31, 1942