Very early in the morning, policemen went around the town announcing a meeting of all persons at the town plaza to celebrate RIZAL DAY. It was an order to be obeyed!
I left Pat with our kids and joined the big crowd around the plaza, on December 30, 1944.
The program barely started when across the horizon from the west we saw and heard low-flying double-bodied planes headed towards the town plaza, scaring everybody!
Gen. McArthur had landed in Leyte two months earlier and right away we knew these were American planes.
Everybody ran for cover as the planes swooped over us and then circled the town. They left without dropping bombs or firing a shot. And everybody, including myself, ran back home. The town plaza was emptied.
Immediately I started digging a dugout under our house, telling Pat and the rest of the people at home that they would drop bombs the next time the planes came back.