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Memoirs of Ruth Hooper

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  • around the beautiful old “Walled City”, following a foursome of Japanese taking pictures of everything in sight. We never felt really insecure I guess, many times we proudly stood at attention while taps were sounded and Old Glory lowered. Too, the Philippines belonged to and were a part of our homeland. But, as I mentioned before, there’s always change which seems to be the only permanent thing in our world now. We went about our daily lives as usual until December, 1941, When Pearl Harbor was bombed. On December 7 they also bombed Clark Field and destroyed fifty-four of the sixty heavy U.S. Bombers stationed there in Manila but were unable to strike back at the Japanese fleet then off-shore because they were ordered not to do so. (These bombers were loaded with bombs). On the same day they also bombed Baguio. Baguio was a sort of resort where people went for vacations or a delightful trip and wonderful food. I just must add something about Baguio. One of the hotels there advertised what they called a very exotic tea, delicious and good for some of your ailments. Carr and I found out that it was nothing more than sassafras tea, which I must admit is quite good and possibly might make you feel better. I do know it is used for certain ailments here in the States. When the bombings began the office I worked in immediately became more or less a military organization and from a private secretary I began working for the Army. The Japanese would drop their bombs on Manila about 11:30 every day from 45 minutes to an hour. We would try to get away from the Office and back to our living quarters before the air-raid alarm would start. When it did start we would immediately try to get to an air raid shelter. There we would lie on the floor, sometimes covering the tiny babies with our bodies to protect them if possible. It was there I learned who was
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