In an air-raid shelter somewhere in the Philippines, behind Douglas MacArthur's embattled lines, mercurial little Manuel Luis Quezon y Molina was sworn in for his second term as President of the Philippine Commonwealth. From his underground refuge he could hear the muffled slam of big guns, the faint tattoo of antiaircraft fire, the soft thud of Japanese bombs falling on his land, his people.
If he had any doubts of his country's course, he did not show them. Said Manuel Quezon: "No matter what sufferings and sacrifices the war imposes on us,...
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