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
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
We were up all night—we never all go to bed all at once, anyhow. The children were in the air-raid shelter but its walls are… Read More »February 6, 1945
Monday. Last night there was terrific shelling near Fort McKinley, as well as we could judge. That is to the south of us. Nearby, on… Read More »February 5, 1945
Sunday, came the dawn. We had stayed up most of the night, but no liberation our side. The city is in flames across the river,… Read More »February 4, 1945
’Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house . . . No, that’s not night, I’m mixed up. All through the house everybody’s… Read More »February 3, 1945
When some of our friends evacuated to the Batangas coast, Nasugbu and Calatagan, I was urgently invited to join them. There’s quite a little colony… Read More »February 2, 1945
Sheridan, I mean MacArthur, is getting closer. It’s fantastic, living so close to big goings-on, and to see nothing but planes overhead, intent on big… Read More »February 1, 1945
I’m wrong again, as usual. I haven’t been right yet, so I should be accustomed to that state of affairs. For weeks, ever since the… Read More »January 31, 1945
Barter Clothes Shoes Hatrpins Planes Stockings Walter Robb General’s birthday Rum, Money What an assortment of memoranda! I couldn’t sleep the other night and I… Read More »January 28, 1945