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the enemy. However, stocks of ammunition, power plants, and other 
 
installations and supplies had to be made useless to the enemy.
             
            At Noon on May 6, 1942, a gloomy pall fell over The Rock.
 
Then the months of constant strain began to do their work. Some
 
men cried quietly, others became hysterical. Exactly on the
                           
stroke of twelve a hospital corpsman came into General Moore's
                           
office, General Wainwright having left the tunnel to arrange the                                                  ~
                           
surrender. The corpsman was sobbing, tears were streaming down
                           
his face. He sat down and sobbed out what we all knew: "There's
 
a white flag waving at the hospital tunnel entrance".
                                        
            To most, the surrender came as a relief. But the
                           
silence following the surrender was worse than the shelling. It
                           
was uncanny, awful. The sudden opening of a door, a falling
                           
chair, would make us jump and flinch. In the moment of surrender
                           
none of us thought of tomorrow, for there was no tomorrow. For
                           
us, the endhad come.
                                        
 
        Commander McCoy 
                                        
        At 11:55 on the morning of May 6, 1B42, I wrote out the
                           
Navy's last message from The Rock and handed it to a radioman 1/c
                           
at the sending apparatus. "Beam it for Radio Honolulu," I said.
                           
"Don't bother with code." Then the message began to go out.
                           
"GOING OFF AIR NOW. GOOD BYE AND GOOD LUCK. CALLAHAN 
 
 AND MCCOY."
                                        
            It was three hours before the Japanese marines finally
                           
swarmd into the Navy tunnel on Corregidor. During that wait, I
                           
had time to think of the two chances I had had to escape from
 
 
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