As did mine! My father was for the most part very close-mouthed about the war, and particularly his captivity. Like yours though, he was very respectful and grateful to the Filipinos. They risked their lives to aid the Americans, and my father credits them with saving his life by smuggling a few cans of condensed milk to him when he was ill and had nothing to eat or drink for days while enroute from Bilibid prison to Cabanatuan 3. The story of the courage of the Filipinos then is yet another sadly untold story of that time.
Had you two met before this thread? How interesting...how many prisoners were at Corregidor? A few years back, I read the book “Ghost Soldiers” and thought it was an amazing testament to the strength of our soldiers.
My aunt’s husband was a young boy then who lived near Corregidor. Apparently when he would see the Japanese soldiers go by on the roads he would throw rocks at them from the trees. They never saw him though. Your posts make me want to go back and re-read the book.