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Suddenly there is a large explosion and I look over my shoulder to Malinta Hill, where I see large billows of smoke emerging from one the main entrances. As the smoke from the explosion moves towards topside, I wonder how many of our men on Malinta Hill are dead, and how many Japs in the Hospital inside the hill have died. I mourn just our men, and move on.

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