No raids last night! People are getting used to this life a little, and we see a few more peddlers around in the mornings and a few more caratelas taking people to the market. Cecil and I went to town this morning. I had business at the Post Office and there we saw Tagumpay Eusebio. Asked about a boat going to America. None! And no news! Cecil sent a cablegram to New Zealand saying we were safe. We got home without getting caught in a raid, and were just finishing the dishes when the first siren sounded. Ten minutes later the planes came in from the west, dropped a few bombs on Cavite and went away. Started a fire that looks like oil burning. Dark billowing clouds rising into the sky. About a half-hour later seventeen more planes came in from the same direction. We neither saw nor heard any bombs, but heard later that they dropped leaflets.