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 […]
1994 Memoir – 98. Life In The P.O.W. Camp
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 […]
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 […]
1994 Memoir – 95. Marching Under The Rain
Halfway to our destination, when we were all getting hungry, tired, and weary, a strong rain relieved us of our thirst and lack of bath for many days. We welcomed the rain, as a turtle thrown into the water welcomes it. All of us got wet except a few, like me, who had a raincoat […]
1994 Memoir – 94. Guards Killing P.O.W.’s
As we became more exhausted, hungry, weak, and weary, some P.O.W. soldiers did not mind getting killed or became insane by attacking with bare hands the guards or running away or falling down to the ground, dying! The Jap guards just mercilessly killed them by bayonet or bullet or both as we helplessly looked on. […]
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