Eriberto B. Misa Jr.

With best wishes and a warm sendoff, early that day, we sailed on our last leg to General MacArthur’s GHQ and to freedom. We were… Read More »December 10, 1944

Shortly before noon, we again re-embarked with the warning to avoid a place called Limbajon along the Masbate coast, where a week before, a huge… Read More »December 9, 1944

Very early that morning we put off to sea after some delay and after repeated persuasions to stay because the invasion of Masbate was anticipated… Read More »December 8, 1944

Today, very early in the morning, we dropped anchor at an isolated cove of Burias where we saw another sailboat anchored, to make inquiries. We… Read More »December 6, 1944

A very calm day, so calm, we barely moved. Marinduque was still in sight. The heat was scorching us. I opened the portfolio I carried,… Read More »December 5, 1944

The sailboat was ready. It was the sleekest thing on water. Twenty-seven feet long, it measured a mere 28 inches wide. It was picked for… Read More »December 4, 1944

The work on the sailboat was being hurried, it was expected to be ready by dark. As I watched the men work the sails, my… Read More »December 3, 1944

Instead of twiddling our thumbs a full day, my father decided to look over Balanacan harbor to be able to render a more complete report… Read More »December 2, 1944

All was in readiness for the trip — food, clothes and a portfolio filled with important military information. We were not to take arms with… Read More »Friday, December 1, 1944