Feb. 8, 1945
Daylight brought some lull and good breakfast; I at last got my longed for bread and butter; went to Gym and found my clothes but… Read More »Feb. 8, 1945
Daylight brought some lull and good breakfast; I at last got my longed for bread and butter; went to Gym and found my clothes but… Read More »Feb. 8, 1945
Guarded over 1,164 guerrillas who were newly brought in today.
All men are ready to take up arms. Artillery smoke and shells rain fiercely. Black smoke curls up. The water main is unusable; a well… Read More »8 Feb. ’45
Americans themselves say nothing will remain of our beloved city. The Japanese have gone on an orgy of savage burning…The Japanese cornered have turned on… Read More »February 8, 1945
It sounds like the real McCoy now. We’ve fed the children in the air-raid shelter, got Felie fixed for the night. She has suffered terribly… Read More »February 8, 1945
Few people walked out in the streets because of the shelling. The shrapnels fell like scattered stones on rooftops. By midnight shells came nearer. Frank… Read More »Thursday, February 8, 1945
Reorganization continues.
The PCAU Units – Capt. Green & Maj. MacKinsey – fed us from their gasoline ranges this A.M. There is much griping about “seconds” from… Read More »2/8/45
A heavy snowfall did not help to cheer us up. All of us were in a bitter mood. Vargas has definitely rejected the proposition that,… Read More »8th February 1945