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| It was a time unlike any we will ever have to endure. The world has since lost its innocence and man will never be the same. To live through the Second World War in Northern Philippines would have been difficult for any Filipino, and yet these men, not even soldiers but civilian volunteers, engaged an enemy who strode unflinchingly into our homes and took our wives, our foods, and our dignity. |
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For some strange reason, I believe we were fortunate that it wasn’t our military that greeted the Japanese at the front door. If that had been the case, we would certainly have been wiped out, each and every one of us. Instead, it was a civilian’s disarming smile and the offerings of food that bought us time to get to know the enemy first hand, later to use this knowledge to subvert and vanquish him. |
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