A great hullabaloo during breakfast. Six Jap planes—bombers and fighters—hell-roaring over the harbour and town. Flak everywhere. A 50-callibre bullet hit the earth near my feet, & I dived under a truck & got covered in mud. Two of the Japs were shot down.
Later, Colonel R. told me that 50 planes had set out to raid Tacloban this morning, & only those six got through.