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Wednesday, December 31, 1941

Manila must fall. Ail day long military supplies and objectives have been blasted till the air reverberated with the boom of dynamite. Smoke in the atr, and as night drew on the sky was ablaze. Even the river, so they say, is on fire — that is, the oil that has been drained on to it has caught fire and from our high hill it all looks so dreadful. Many planes have come over today, but no bombs dropped. Late this afternoon, the Salets came out to see us and we had a pleasant little visit with them.