Mon. Oct. 23/44

(Bernice’s birthday) One day last week, Wednesday, I think, we heard a plane coming low over the camp. We looked and saw that smoke was coming from the engine. As it passed over the camp, the engine started to sputter, and in a few seconds the pilot winged over and bailed out. The plane landed with a crash not far …

Tues. Oct. 10/44

Last Saturday, the seventh, as I was raking and burning some leaves by our quarters, the news was passed along that the two camps were to be thrown together, and also that mail was being distributed — some for me. I had two messages from Bernice, nearly a year old, two messages from Lora Jean, and later on a message …

Thurs. Sept. 28/44

I have been busy and have neglected to write. Much has happened, too. Last Thursday, a week ago, we were surprised to hear the unmistakable sound of bombs exploding in the distance. It started about nine a.m. and continued for several hours. It was in the direction of Manila, and as we looked we could see the bursts of anti-aircraft …