Biked to Parañaque with Maurice on this very hot day. We cycled for 2-1/2 hours going at least 30 kilometers south of Manila and back by separate routes in a futile search for prisoners. At the farthermost point a Filipino with a waystand said he only saw 20 large Japanese trucks moving toward Manila, each carrying eight head of cattle, probably to feed a celebration. We returned and rested in the Boulevard, watching two fires in Corregidor and more yet in Bataan. The Japanese hadn’t wasted any time in blasting Corregidor from both Bataan and Cavite.

Yesterday’s La Vanguardia boasted that almost no American planes have been sighted over the islands since December 29. Well, a few came over at 1030 and dropped some bombs on Nichols, missing narrowly but landing around a row of houses occupied by the Japanese near the Los Tamaraos Polo Club. The area, a Japanese camp in fact, was cordoned off by bayonet-wielding troops, and still smoking as we biked by.

An article in the Sunday News by J. Imachi, owner and publisher of the Tribune, was a crime of lies; an attempt to get Filipinos to hate the Americans. The Tribune was on the case too:

More Filipino officers and men died from the bullets of the American surveillance corps and slow starvation than from Jap guns.

The long Death March begins