March 19, 1945
I have not written in almost four weeks. It seems like I have passed a terrible nightmare and have awakened in Barotac, where it is… Read More »March 19, 1945
Iloilo High School
February 3, 1945
Every day is about the same. Early in the morning planes flew over scouting the waterfront for ships. Yesterday a gasoline depot and a motorboat… Read More »February 3, 1945