Upon arrival in the CAPAS CONCENTRATION CAMP (CCC), I was immediately assigned to guard the barrels of water drawn from the nearby river. That same night I took a bath and washed my clothes, using the shaving cream as my soap. I felt very good. Praise the Lord! Later on Capt. Geronimo Siwa, who shared […]
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1994 Memoir – 97. A P.O.W. Dies By My Side
Before we went to sleep, a P.O.W. by my side confided to me that he was too weak and couldn’t make it until the following day. He told me his name, his address, and his parents’ name to inform them what happened to him as a P.O.W. When I woke up the following morning, he […]
1994 Memoir – 96. Arriving In San Fernando
OUR ARRIVAL IN SAN FERNANDO, PAMPANGA I cannot exactly remember how many days we walked from Bataan to San Fernando, Pampanga, but to me it was like a LIFETIME! We were herded into a school house, where we rested and were served burned rice and hot water! To us this was a real FEAST although […]