As Ernest and I were walking to Misos last evening for the meeting there, the sky was dark and foreboding with heavy clouds rolling up from the oil fires which had been set on purpose. The flames were extremely high and the soot from the heavy oil left marks on our light clothing. I remarked to Ernest that it looked like the end of the world. They must have had tons and tons of stores as the fires burned in different places for days and days. Today we are expecting the Japanese troops to come into the city at any time as the city has been left open by the USAFFE forces, and they have returned to the north. We get ready to enter some kind of camp. We have heard of concentration camps, and it is not with much joy that we look forward to the experience.