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.