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March 30, 1942


We visited our former neighbors who kept house on the other side of the abandoned truck. They now had an imposing looking lean-to made of swali and drapery material. While the boys played whist, the lady of the manor and I exchanged recipes, rumors, and gossip.

Suddenly we heard loud detonations, followed by many more. The boys threw down their cards and decided it was more fun to listen to the fireworks. The men were overjoyed. They were certain it was our bombs. More heavy detonations followed, and enemy bombers in great numbers flew over us.

A man from a nearby shack yelled, “I’ll sell you my shack for three pesos! I won’t need it after today!’