There were ghastly sights in all the wards at the hospital. Young American boys with legs and arms torn off and with bad burns. Our large army hospital was already filled, but more wounded were expected this afternoon.
The wounded and what was left of our air force at the Iba Air strip had arrived. They filled an entire ward. Their planes had never left the ground, and subsequently they were all destroyed by the enemy. The men who took to the ditches for cover were ruthlessly machine-gunned from the air.
The wounded survivors were stunned, bitter, and bewildered. Who was to blame for this fiasco? When some of the boys told us that General MacArthur had never given the order for the planes to leave the ground, we were more stunned than ever.