October 24, 1944

There are bombers flying. Nope, they're pursuit planes, plenty of them, about fifty. They're up too early, I think. Ben's looking at them and he says they're Japs. Yes, I think he is right. I can hear that familiar metallic roar. Tia Mameng is nervous. She says there's an air-raid signal. "I heard the siren",..

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October 23, 1944

It's five days since I've last written because I've been too excited. So many happy things have taken place which you've probably heard. They've been very unexpected but certainly most welcome. Well, first there's the landing in Leyte. The consensus was that they would land in Mindanao or perhaps Luzon so Leyte was quite a..

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October 18, 1944

I don't know what history books will write about this day. Maybe they'll put it down as the beginning of the offensive for the reconquest of the Philippines. Or probably they'll note it as just the 7th day of the naval attack on Taiwan with diversionary raids on the Philippines. To me it's the day..

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October 1, 1944

These days, everything is haywire. Telephones don't work. Newspapers arrive three to four days later. No gas-men nor refrigerator mechanics nor electrician when you need them. Life is getting harder day by day. Dad's car has no battery and he can't get a new one. There's hardly any more alcohol for the car. And the..

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September 23, 1944

Manila's agog. Everybody's talking and whispering and laughing and dreaming about the raid. Everybody feels the Americans will be here before Christmas. Somebody opined "around New Year" and he was branded a low-down defeatist. A thousand pseudo-generals have sprung with theories on how easily the Americans will retake Luzon. Despite the very tense situation, Manoling's..

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September 22, 1944

Didn't know we still had baloney these days until I read the Tribune. It was crying out loud about Filipinos being angry due to the inhuman acts of American aviators. More baloney: Laurel declares the Philippines under martial law. The problem with our puppet president is that he doesn't leave his room in Malacañang. If..

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September 21, 1944

[Note: after the last previous entry, April 20, 1942, the diary resumes at this point.] U.S. planes bombed Manila this morning and afternoon. They came from the northeast like a hundred daggers stabbing through a cloudy sky. They were dark, thick-set, chunkily-built, short-winged, heavy-nosed birds. They had an ominous roar, that rose in an ever-deepening..

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July 31, 1942

Read a Guerillero’s poem. Somebody left it in my desk. Perhaps there are guerilleros in the office: SOMEDAY Someday, someday, I’ll live again, I’ll sing again, A song with freedom’s ring again. My heart I’ll give again, I’ll love again. Beneath the moon above again. But now I must flight, For country and right, Guerillero..

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