December 8, 1941
bid A farewell, got car, packed. “A” is her code for [John Vincent] Phillips or for American soldiers, depending on the context.
bid A farewell, got car, packed. “A” is her code for [John Vincent] Phillips or for American soldiers, depending on the context.
Bomb Cavite — hit oil tank — big fire & smoke seen in Manila — dog fight Manila bay — sink ships in bay. Bombs
Nicols & Clark field also Ft. McKinley bombed & strafed. Permit to leave city. stall Cav.– road bombed — 7. A arrives-go Pilar-100 stops—no car
Market at Balanga carrotela — 3P — 1K. 30 minutes wonder if trunk in M. safe. Only brought 2 bags with about 3 changes of
Hold school for native children to kill time. First class 10 Last class maybe 100–
see funny sights at town pump out side my window. Natives climb trees to look in at me if I don’t come out. Bombing far
Infected toe; call Dr. removes toe nail, very painful. Must stay in bed. No co. for dinner Xmas.
We all have head lice and fleas. . . . There are rats, also snakes.
Five more deaths by malaria. Twenty now. All others moved down hill to get away from fever up here. In the three huts we are
One son and one daughter [got] fever[s] today. Guess I’m next.
…so loud we must shout to be heard. We’re in a tight spot, but can move. Pray we come through safe.
[feeling like] the girl in Rebecca,… this is a rich relation’s home, not mine… eating like a pig …everything tastes so good.
Only bare necessities now. Everything stay[s] high. Hard to make both ends meet.
Had to drink to the death of more and smile. Not easy.
Pray to God I can see him. If I don’t see [him] soon I’ll go crazy. Think of him every day. Can’t get him off
I don’t know how long I can take this face slapping. Twice tonight… Leg better today. But still swollen. God how I hate them.
Have colonel where I want him. Madly in love with me . . . I know he’ll do anything I ask him now.
Fear for my sanity, really. My book is a comfort. Can let my hair down to it and it alone.
…employees think I’m crazy. Don’t understand when I drink to downfall of England and America with finger crossed. Hard to do but must do.
Phil Darling, Father Buttenbruck arrived, said you died July 27. I know it’s not true. I know you wouldn’t leave me. I’ll always wait for
S. weiasil se ason and Cheasik Per son se a sons, a re a sived. Must get Ea sall to theasem Claire helped translate portions
…a quiet day gathering money, clothes etc for your remaining friends. That’s the best I could do to commemorate your memory. My only regret is:
waiting for my call to school [This is the last entry in the diary.]