The Philippines were ready. For days before the war began, the guns had been manned and the planes had stood alert. The Philippines were still ready. After a week of heavy bombing, of fierce scraps on Luzon beachheads, of dogfights among black bursts of ack-ack, of desperate aerial assaults to hold Japanese ships off the coast, the Philippines stood fast.
For all his losses the Jap had little to show this week. He had done a decently good job of bombing; he had smashed up some buildings, some airplanes. He had managed to grab...
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