January 18,1942
“You can’t put a good man down,” they say, and the cochero is that good man. He is king of Manila again, as virtually all… Read More »January 18,1942
1942
January 18th, 1942
They tell me that we’re stopping at Thursday Island to pick up a couple of pilots to take us through the Great Barrier Reef. Our… Read More »January 18th, 1942
January 18, 1942
The newsboys call the papers just as early. Sounds just the same—SUNDAY TRIBUNE!— but the paper isn’t the same. The morning headlines feature the taking… Read More »January 18, 1942
Sunday, January 18, 1942
Just another day. Grind away.
17 Jan. 1942
Nothing to report. Yesterday afternoon, went to see our neighbor and landlord, Mr R. [Redfern, either RichardJames or Frederick Ralph]. He’s a British subject but… Read More »17 Jan. 1942
January 16-17, 1942
Quiet. Two alarms each day but no bombing. We downed 2 planes today (17th). Carlos Romulo had been sick for the last 2 days… Read More »January 16-17, 1942
January 17, 1942
We are having an unusual amount of cloudy weather for the month of January. We had a little rain today also. The Japs had a… Read More »January 17, 1942
January 17, 1942
Went to Bagac. Lot of rough, dusty riding. Dust on side of road about an inch thick. It hangs in the air for about 15… Read More »January 17, 1942
January 17, 1942
I rushed to the hospital kitchen at six every morning. If by some magic I could have obliterated myself into a tiny grease spot while… Read More »January 17, 1942