As soon as I got settled, I started looking for my brother from one camp and group to another, but no one saw him there. Dr. Luis Bersamin, of Bangued, told me that Elix was a close friend of his and if I found him, to let him know.
When I got assigned for duty in the Headquarters, Filipino POW Camp, I was able to go over the listed names of deceased POW’s. I found out that Elix died in May of malaria, beriberi, anemia, and dysentery.
I did not see him after our surrender at all, although he was the one that, because I was looking for him, prevented my escape at the Hogonoy River with my companion Joselito.
But God had a purpose or plan for me. It was as a POW in the Concentration Camp that I first took hold of a Holy Bible and read it from cover to cover until I lost my eyesight for one week. Now the Bible is a daily must reading for me, just like eating my daily bread.
It is the food for the spirit to gain and become strong in faith and trust in God! And my weapon against Satan!