(Photo: The Post Hospital buildings had been evacuated
when the war broke out, and as a non-military target, never
suffered the concentrated destructive Japanese artillery
bombardment that befell all the other island's
installations.) |
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THE FT. MILLS POST HOSPITAL |
It is
strange the thoughts which come into a man's head out of the
unpredictable pigeon-holes of his mind and memory. When we stirred
and turned over and finally woke the next morning, the sun had not
yet risen, but daylight filled the crystal bowl of the sky with that
lucid clarity which I always associate with glass chandeliers, or
with icicles on the eaves of a snow-lodge, or most of all with the
fifteen minutes which precede dawn in the tropics. For a moment my
eyes reached up into the soft, spotless blue, and I thought to
myself, "God's in his Heaven, all's right with the world." I
remember now how we often used to recite that verse at the opening
of my classes at school: bright eyes, shining faces, laughter, and
the unclouded thoughts of childhood had wakened with me here, like
Rip Van Winkle, twenty years later, on Corregidor.
Capt. Charles
M. Bradford, MD |
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