Saw a big rat eating what looked like the arm of a soldier strewn near a stream in H.P.D.
Saw more troops –hollow-eyed, wasted, exhausted, lips parched with thirst, eyes wild with starvation.
Saw corpses of brave men, courageous men being buried by friends, comrades-in-arms.
All troops are moving to Mariveles, the southernmost tip of Bataan. After that is the sea –Beyond is Corregidor, still flying the flag.
Saw the staff car of Gen. Lim. He was riding fast to Mariveles. He looked thin, worried, and his hair was white.
Prayed, prayed, prayed. Prayed for victory. Prayed for myself. For the dying and DEAD.
Will pray some more. In the hour of defeat, there is only prayer.
Staff-meeting. Very sad, pathetic, gloomy, funeral-like. There were tears in all our eyes. “We are in the saddest moment in our nation’s history,” said the General.
All around us were fires, supply dumps burning, hospitals afire, cars, trucks hit by incendiaries. Great columns of smoke everywhere.
The telephone rang again. It was Oscar Arellano. He talked to me and he said: “Where shall I go with my troops?” He asked: “Are there any orders?” I said: “Go to Mariveles.”
The General said: “Our unit is disbanded. We cannot surrender as members of the Intelligence Service. Let us say that we belong to the 41st Division or any unit you please. The Japs will torture us if they know we have been engaged in espionage work. The general could speak no more.
Fred arrived. He said he went to the coast to look for bancas to row up to Corregidor but there were none.
Officers were conjecturing: “What will the Japs do to us? Will they shoot on sight? Will they torture us? Will they imprison us? Shall we die fighting? Shall we keep a bullet for ourselves? Shall we swim to Corregidor? What about the sharks? What shall we do? Oh Lord what shall we do?
More and more troops retreating to Mariveles. We are also packing up and moving to Mariveles. Took one last look in the direction of the front: it was one phantasmagoria of swirling clouds of red dust, roaring tanks moving men and dust-caked units, crawling on blood-red earth….
Can feel earth shaking. Terrific explosions. The Americans are blowing up all ammunition dumps.
The General has ordered us to “Burn all papers.”
I don’t have the heart to burn this. I’ll tell my sergeant to do it for me.
(later — 10:10 p.m.)
Fred is crying. He said he saw troops carrying — white flags.