. One of our favorite daytime diversions when we were not too busy was-to scramble to the observation post on the roof of the building, a balcony sixty or seventy feet in the air, from which we could see the entire Island. Even without wartime interests the view here would have well repaid a visit. Looking westward we could gaze on the expanse of the China Sea, serenely blue and imperturbable. To the north, across a three-mile channel, lay Marivales, the tip of Bataan Peninsula, with Mt. Bataan itself superbly towering behind it. To the south lay the broad mouth of Manila Bay, and dimly in the distance the shoreline of Cavite. To the east, we looked down across the snake-like outlines of the "tail" of our own island, hugely surmounted by the cliffs of Malinta Hill. Some two miles out in the bay rose another island, the almost perpendicular rock fortress of Caballo, romantically formed like a wizard's castle. Beyond both of these we scanned the waters of Manila Harbor, almost as far as the eye could see, with a little rim of coast in the distance to bind it in. The buildings of the City of Manila were faintly visible on a clear day. However, it was not these sights which we came to enjoy, but rather a spectacle of such tremendous interest that all natural or geographical scenery was forgotten. Just as the Greek gods looked down on the Trojan battlefields from crested Olympus, so we could look down upon a full-scale picture of "triphibious" war, and could see under our eyes a great number of amazing scenes which make it more miraculous that Homer ever imagined.