After Mass we went to market again. The girls dropped by from home and told us that Emy said that there was news from the Quemas that the Americans arrived last night in Caloocan and were coming towards Rizal Ave. That’s why we heard the machinegunning. It was so hard to believe! The majority of the people heard the good news and rushed to the market. The market was almost empty. There were just hard kernels of yellow corn, a few coconuts and kangkong and talinum.
Papa bought a big pushcart for ₱5,000,000 and a smaller one for ₱3,000,000. Mama bought meat for ₱1,500.00 a kilo.
The Japs look desperate. They were very, very strict with the people. People were slapped more often without knowing why.
Rice flour much and hot water for breakfast. I bummed a piece of ginger and made ginger tea and put some cinnamon in it (also bummed). It wasn’t bad. Thin soup for lunch. but, never mind — the end is near.
A flock of B-24’s came over this morning and plastered what appears to be about the exposition grounds in Quezon City. They did it like Grace Park. There was fires and dirt flying over a spot a mile long. Just before noon two navy planes flew low right over the camp and one of the pilots waved at the internees. It was sure a welcome sight to see the star on the wings of a plane instead of a fried egg.
This afternoon about 20 navy planes bombed and strafed Rizal Avenue extension. Some of them flew low over the camp. Later, they came back and from what we could see, strafed and bombed railroad yards.
This evening there have been a lot of explosions around the waterfront and Tondo, with lots of fires. Looks like the Japs are blowing up things and getting ready to leave. Well, the sooner the better.
Camote stew for supper. Had bacon in it. About like canned pork and beans has pork. Would have enjoyed three times that much. No rice. Did a big washing today and my back is broken.
The Chinese community is alarmed by the wave of killings which have been occurring these days. The first casualty was the secretary of the Chinese Association who was known to be pro-Japanese. He was shot twice by mysterious killers in the street in front of a store. Then, the president of the Association, who was shot while boarding his car at Rizal Avenue. Nobody believed he could have any enemies, and his funeral was the best attended in years. Now, an influential Chinese was riddled with bullets by unknown hands. Other Chinese are being threatened or killed by mysterious assassins.
The motives of the killings cannot be determined. The Chinese colony has incurred disfavor and was placed under surveillance. Meanwhile, the press maintains a blackout on the incidents.