All quiet on the Eastern front last night, but at noon we saw three formations of American planes headed towards the airfield. A short while later the bombs fell. After they bombed, they flew over us. What a peculiar sensation! We know a bomb will not fall on us, but there is always that fear!
Half an hour later, we heard the drone of planes again. Three more formation flew towards the airfield. Just as they were almost over us, they started to release their bombs. What a terrifying sound! It just rained bombs on the landing field! The house shook and the windows rattled, fortunately none were broken.
After the bombing we ate our lunch, and then took our siesta. At 4:00 p.m. Dorothy, Meñing, Coné and I had our afternoon coffee. We had just barely finished when a shot rang out very close to the house! I did not have time to go downstairs when another shot rang out. Millard and Roland were outside playing. When they heard the shots, they crawled along the ground till they reached the door downstairs.
The rice pickers ran from the fields. More than 20 of them took shelter at our house.
I looked out towards the garrison to see if there was any activity. I saw several soldiers run towards their trench. Just at that moment John, our cook, was coming home from picking rice and passed the Japanese in their trenches. He saw a Japanese soldier lying nearby with blood flowing from his chest. He had been shot by the USAFFE.
About an hour and a half later, the Military Police began an investigation. They came to the house – one spoke Visayan very well, and Coné had no trouble in talking to him.
We were all upset for a while and it usually affects my appetite. Thank goodness Coné keeps calm! We heard later on that the soldier died of his wounds in the hospital.