Dec. 28/41

The past two days have been the worst days I have ever spent. For four hours each day, I have lain in a trench praying that the falling bombs would not fall directly on me or the hospital. Port Area, walled city, and boats on the Pasig River, which passes next to the boundary of the Hospital were bombed. While the closest bomb to me was two hundred yards at least, it seemed that every one was headed directly for me. Santo Domingo Church in walled city was destroyed when a bombed intended for a boat on the River missed its mark. The army laundry at Port Area was hit, killing and injuring many civilians and a few soldiers.

(On Dec. 26th Chaplain Talbot and I crawled beneath one of the barracks and spend several tense hours there).

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