National holidays, or should I say, ex-national holidays, like April 9, always results in my starting the day in a fury that has me seeing red until exhaustion sets in at night, by which time I’m simply reduced to being depressed. There is something particularly offensive about present-day generations having the gall to detach a commemoration from the date on which it actually happened, and on which it ought to be commemorated in perpetuity.
Today’s Inquirer editorial is titled, simply, Bataan.
Relevant readings for today are from the Philippine Diary Project.
I first came to appreciate diaries by reading a condensed version of the diary of Samuel Pepys. Finding it online in Pepys’ Diary finally provided the impetus to attempt to undertake something similar.
One of the diaries is that of an officer at Bataan.
Begin with March 20, 1942, when the generals saw the writing on the wall; then proceed to March 31, 1942, when the troops realized the “zero hour” had arrived; the final days of resistance on April 2, on April 3, on April 4, on April 5, and then, finally, April 8… and then the surrender, as chronicled further from April 8-9, 1942, on to the Death March as detailed on April 10, 1942 and then imprisonment as chronicled on April 16, 1942 and April 17, and April 18 and April 19, and April 20 and finally, April 21, 1942.