duty in Manila. As we passed the High Commissioner's residence
 
we noted Japanese flags flying--this was now the headquarters of
 
General Homa. We passed the Elks Club, with the Army-Navy Club
 
visible at a distance. At the Legislative Building we turned
 
right, passed over Quezon Bridge and onto Ascarraga Street.
 
            All during the march the heat was terrific--it has been
 
my observation that the Japanese deliberately wait for the hottest
 
 part of the day before moving American prisoners. The weaker ones
 
in our ranks began to stumble during the first mile. No doubt
 
they had been weakened further by the cramped night on the ships,
 
and the lack of food. These were cuffed back into the line and
 
made to march until they dropped. If no guards were in the
 
immediate vicinity, the Filipinos along the route tried to revive
 
the prisoners with ices, water and fruit. These Filipinos were
 
severely beaten if caught by the guards. As prisoners fainted,
 
they were picked up by trucks which were following the march for
 
that purpose.
 
             When we were within two blocks of our destination, Old
 
Bilibid Prison, I noticed that Lt. Col. Will B. Short, USA, was
 
walking in an unusual, stumbling manner. I was not near enough
 
to help him. Suddenly he fell forward, disrupting the line of
 
march. Japanese guards happened to be nearby. They ordered two
 
Army enlisted men to pick up Col. Short, holding him under each
 
armpit.
 
              The march was ordered to resume, and the unconscious
 
man was dragged in this manner the remaining two blocks to 01d
 
 
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