At dawn the artillery duel between the Japanese and the Americans grew in intensity. As we crouched beneath the concrete staircase of our house on

The whole of San Marcelino Street was on fire. The refugees streamed past, bound for whatever place they thought they could find safety in. Some

Various groups of persons have left us–with reason. We had gotten so crowded that a person lying down could not even stretch his legs. My

Our murmured prayers could be heard early that Sunday morning. It was all we could do–pray and hope for the best. Almost every minute there

Early this morning we moved back to the garden of our house. The many fruit trees in the garden were gone, cut by shrapnel and

Would Saint Anthony protect us this day? This was the day his devotees honored him. We needed his help, for only a miracle could save