The
night of February 19/20 there was a whopper of an explosion which shook our
area and maybe the entire island. Gerard
Devlin speaks of it on page 152 of his “Back to
Corregidor.”
That
night third platoon was the right flank of "A" Company’s defensive line
along the road which runs south from Senior Officers’ Row, then abruptly
east. The sharp turn put the position Jack Felleng and I occupied almost
back to back with the next two positions to the east.
After
the blast, chunks of debris sort of whispered as they fell to clatter or
clunk, depending on size, when they hit the ground.
Next
morning, after checking on the rest of my squad, I visited those two
positions. R. L. Thomas had been killed when a rock about half the size of an
office desk landed squarely on him. (I’m virtually certain his initials
were R.L., not R.F. as shown on the 503 “Wartime Dead” list.)
Howard
Lout
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