The frequent visits of our bombers pepped us up.
Today we watched many of our raiders diving and dropping their bombs, and when one of our bombers burst into flames, we were sick with anguish. Frantically, we watched for the parachute to open, but we watched in vain. The disabled plane plummeted downward and disappeared from our view.
In a last effort to get more garden workers, the Nips threatened another rice cut.
Another death today.