Summary: What if Major Winters agreed to have the Easy Company shipped to Pacific Theatre? This story takes the company to the Pacific where they battle and try to save not only their lives but others as well. A fight along side General MacArthur as they claim back the islands seized and occupied by the Japanese.
Disclaimer: I do understand that this is a factual company, and hope that I do not offend anyone by this story. I am honored to have had a grandfather fight along Americans during WWII, and proud of my relatives and the men and women that are currently serving this Country. God Bless.
Author's Note:
There are a few things I would like to change. Perhaps when I have finished this story I'll go back and start changing some things. They aren't huge ones, just minor. Well in any case here is one changed I made to this story.
1.) Juan Pajota's name has changed to Patricio Pacificdor.
There's a legit reason as to why I changed the name. First off Juan Pajota is a real guerilla fighter in the Philippines, back in WWII. I had never realized where I got that name, till I watched The Great Raid. So of course I needed to change it. Where did this other name come from? Well let's say I went Shakespeare on you, and decided to use things from my life. This is one of them. My vented anger let out through fanfiction.
Now here's the beauty of this story. It's almost done. Yes, you read correctly, it's almost done. It has been a wonderful year and a month, writing this beauty. I'm really excited and sad. Excited because I love reading a finished product, to tell you the truth I haven't properly read the whole story. Just pieces I need to look at for references. But I'm very sad because it's almost over. No more dreams of plots for Winters and Cassandra, and no more daydreams of Speirs. –Le sigh- I will miss those times. Oh and the research, I will miss the research.
There are a few new words here from the Tagalog language. The first is Ate, which means big sister. This is a sign of respect given to girls who are older than you, by a few years. Tita, which is Spanish, means aunt. Anak which is used often through this chapter means child.
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So I didn't bother to proofread this. I'm sorry. But at least I pushed a chapter out earlier than expected! Really unexpected! Now the last chapters are going to be very dear to me. So of course I'm going to take my time and I'm going to have to ask some help from you all. What do you want to happen? Give me the feedback and don't hold back! Also who doesn't mind beta reading for me? I need someone to do that, I don't have time to go over things.
Oh and I found my Cassandra! Have any of you watched The Great Raid? Remember that Filipina girl that gives Major Gibson (Joseph Fiennes) medicine hidden in peanuts? The actress is Natalie Mendoza. That's Cassandra! I wish I had a picture of her from the Great Raid. Damnit. Well that's how Cassandra looks like, I guess. Yeah. But she doesn't sound like that! Remember Cassandra practically grew up in Hawaii. She sounds American.
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Chapter 13
August 4, 1945
"Where is third battalion's report? I've been expecting that thing for two days, where the hell is it?" Strayer asked one of his aides. The aide shrugged his shoulders, but corrected himself and formally answered Colonel Strayer's question. Winters shook his head and was about to leave when Strayer called out for him. "If I hear otherwise the jump is still on. Keep the boys on their toes, Dick."
Richard turned around saluted and answered him dutifully. "Yes Sir." He made his way back to his office, not glancing over at Intelligence to see if Nixon was there. Dick just wanted to get back to his office. Nixon spotted Dick and made an excuse before following Winters back to his office.
"Dick," Lewis greeted him with a smile, he got a grunt back as a reply, and both entered his office with Lewis gleefully closing the door in Salinski's face.
"Strayer wants a jump. You know why? He wants a damn medal to pin on his jacket, and another reason to shoot the coop, even if it takes the lives of his men to get it." He fell back into his chair and groaned into his hands. He was starting to get fed up with Strayer's care free attitude. He was trying to show off to General Gibson, like he did to Lt. Colonel Sink in the European Theater.
"Angry much?" Nixon joked trying to lighten up the mood. It didn't work; instead Nixon opened the office door and whistled for Salinski to come inside. He did with a bunch of papers and a cup of coffee, which Dick accepted.
"Will there be anything else Sir?" He asked at the doorway. Winters just waved him off, and waited for him to close the door behind him before he started talking again. Nixon had taken a sit across from him, crossing his legs and getting comfortable.
"What's the news down in intelligence?" He asked after a sip, feeling slightly better at the perk up. He had been working late into the night doing papers, and surveying the men in their training and classes during the day.
"Japanese running for their lives, Truman's trying to play nice with England, Russia, and China. Good ol' General MacArthur, like Strayer, is on a blood lust." Richard chuckled at Nixon's side remark. "Oh and also heard some troops withdrawing back from a few towns... Too close to the Huks."
"You know which ones?"
"No," Nixon tapped his fingers on desk. "Have you heard from her?"
"Not yet," Winters whispered more to himself then to Nixon. No one had heard from Cassandra after she left for the refugee camp a month ago. Even Grace didn't know where she was and she worked for the Red Cross. Nixon felt like Dick didn't need to worry, she was a grown woman and could take care of herself. Also news of her father being discharged and seen going up north weeks ago, allowed him to think that she had settled in at the campsite.
"How are the men?" Lewis asked. Since training had begun, both Nixon and Winters moved out of Easy's CP. They took up residence in the officers HQ Barracks, so that it wouldn't look like Winters was showing favoritism to Easy Company.
"Training hard, Speirs is a good Captain but sometimes I wonder if his methods are too harsh." Dick frowned at the severity of Speirs methods, but he understood the reason behind the tough love. If there was one thing a soldier or a commanding officer doesn't want in his company, it's a platoon of green thumbed slackers. Captain Speirs was unlucky at that department, since the Luzon Campaign some of the veterans had earned enough points and joined the bandwagon home. That meant that Speirs had to substitute them with green thumbs, many of them with clerical background instead of combat. Salinski entered the office again and placed a mug of coffee in front of Nixon and left quickly.
"I wouldn't want Speirs as CO either," Nixon placed in his two cents as he lifted the mug to his lips and took a sip. Dick's eyes widen with surprise, a small smile tugging on the corner of his lips.
"No pick- me- up Nix?" Lewis grinned and wagged a finger at him.
"Grace mentioned that she wasn't a fan of the after taste of Vat 69. You know when I kiss her? So she said if I want kisses, I need to lay off the spirits." Dick's jaw dropped in surprise at Nixon's explanation. Lewis has stopped drinking because Grace told him? And he's actually obeying her? Lewis chuckled at Dick's expression. He got up, reached across the desk snapped his jaw close, and then strolled out of the office.
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August 8, 1945
The camp was doing well, even with the lack of supplies. It had been half a month since they were given any fresh supplies. The last time the Army came by was when Cassandra arrived. It concerned Dr. Calloway, but he didn't want to worry anyone and kept his thoughts to himself.
"Help, Dr. Calloway! Help someone help us!" A boy shouted. Cassandra rushed out onto the porch with Anne behind her. She had to place her hand above her eyes to shield her vision from the glaring sun. There were three boys running towards them. Two of the boys were dragging a boy between them, who looked knocked out, his head fallen to the side. As they got closer, Cassandra gasped at the sight. The unconscious boy was bloody and pale, and the two other boys were in bad shape as well.
"What happened?" She asked sharply as Anne and Betty grabbed the boys before they fell to the ground. Dr. Calloway was hurrying over to them from his room; her father was close behind coming from the garden. One of the boys spoke up for them, the youngest of the group.
"The Huks! They demanded payment if we use the river! Val said no and they beat him up!" He watched as Betty and Dr. Calloway worked quickly on Val. His arm was at an awkward angle, and one of his eyes had a making of a bruise. The others were escorted into the hospital by her father. Val was taken in as well after Dr. Calloway set his arm.
"Ate, what happened to Val?" The children yelled from outside, but she ignored them and tended to the boys. The youngest of them cried and said it was his fault. He had answered back first and Val had defended him, now he was dying. It took her some time to assure him that Val wasn't going to die. After they were tended to, Dr. Calloway asked for a private word with both Cassandra and her father. They went to his room to talk.
"This needs to stop, I need to go to the village and talk to whoever is in charge." Both Cassandra and her father shook their heads.
"If there is one thing you need to learn Dr. Calloway, it is that the Huks don't listen to anyone." Her father explained. "They are a fraction of uncontrollable rebels. They were already a nuisance before the war."
"Caesar, I know but this is enough! Attacking defenseless children? I have already coped with their snooping, and their pranks. I want answers." Cassandra nodded her head in agreement. She was just as fed up as Dr. Calloway. Although what her father said was right, they weren't a group to trifle with. Caesar shook his head and shuffled closer to Dr. Calloway, his cane clicked against the cement floor.
"How will you communicate with them? Your Tagalog isn't fluent enough; they will just laugh at you." Dr. Calloway nodded and gave them a half smile.
"I was hoping on taking one of you, maybe you Caesar. You know more about them than I, and how to handle them." Everyone was quiet as both Cassandra and Dr. Calloway waited for Caesar's answer. Her father stood there for some time, staring down at the ground when he finally looked up and nodded.
"I shall go with you. Cassandra and your nurses can care for the camp while we are gone?" The questioned was aimed more at Cassandra, than Dr. Calloway.
"Of course father." Both men smiled at her answer.
"Good we leave in a few hours."
Both her father and Dr. Calloway left after an early supper, hoping to return later on that night. Everyone waited with held breathes, to see what the outcome was with the talk with the Huks. Cassandra tried her best to concentrate in teaching some of the women English, but she was distracted. It ended up with the children entertaining everyone, no one wanted to tell them what was going on. The three boys were kept in the hospital and were asked to keep what happened to them a secret. It was late and her father and Dr. Calloway had still not returned from the village, causing Cassandra to worry. But she didn't have to worry long when three pairs of headlights were seen on the road, it was coming from where the village was. She rushed toward the center of the camp with Anne and Betty on either side of her. The women and children poured out of the billet house to see what was going on.
The first two vehicles were American Jeeps. The last was a Ford convertible vehicle, which were popular before World War II. They stopped in front of Cassandra, Anne, and Betty their headlights blinded them for a few seconds. But they recovered quickly. There was some scuffling inside and Dr. Calloway was pushed out of the jeep and landed in a pitiable mess on the dirt. Anne and Betty rushed toward him quickly and helped him and away from the jeep. A group of armed Filipinos jumped out of the two jeeps and faced them with their guns raised.
Cassandra glanced over at the Ford and saw her father sitting in the back with a man, who was wearing a hat. She started toward the car, but one of the men pushed her back with the butt of his rifle.
"Stay back!" He barked. The rest of the men cocked their guns and glared at the women and children that had gathered around to see. Cassandra instinctively took a few steps back, the dull ache of the rifle butt that hit her on the side, was a telling sign that she was going to get a bruise.
Her father exited the car with the man and made their way slowly over to them. Cassandra couldn't get a clear look at him till they stood in front of the rest of the vehicles, the headlight silhouetting their bodies. The unknown man had a tight grip around her father's arm, and she noticed that her father's cane was no where to be seen.
"Father, what's going on?" She asked eyeing the men with the guns. Betty was behind her with Anne. They were muttering to each other, must be tending to Dr. Calloway. It looked like the man's grip on her father slackened, because her father stumbled a little. He couldn't stand well without his cane. "Father?"
"I never thought that I would find you here Cassandra, never in this dump." The man who held her father yelled. Her eyes widen at the familiar sound of the voice. Her eyes traveled over what the man wore. He was wearing a white suit with brown shoes; there was only one man she knew who would wear a suit, even in 100 degree weather.
"Patricio Pacificdor," The name left a sickening taste in her mouth. The man laughed and waved for the headlights to be turned off. They were and she was allowed a good look at him, the hospital and the billet house provided the light. He looked the same, perhaps more sweaty than usually, but he still looked the same. He was also still holding on to her father, a swell of anger roared through her. "Unhand my father." She said icily.
"No kiss? No hug? Well that's very rude Cassandra. Caesar you must teach your daughter some manners." He laughed again and pushed her father forward; Cassandra reacted quickly and caught him before he hit the ground. She dragged him back with her as quickly as possible. Anne hurried over and placed a supporting arm around Caesar. Once he was settled on the ground near Dr. Calloway, she got back up and took a few more paces towards Patricio. The guards reacted and tightened their fingers over the trigger, she stopped at their movements.
Patricio waved his hand again and closed the large gap between them, his greedy eyes taking in Cassandra's disheveled look. The corner of his mouth twitched knowing that he had the upper hand. Patricio made a move to embrace her, but she took a step back. "Don't you dare touch me." She hissed, his smirk faltered, but only slightly.
"Your camp," The sound of disgust was evident in his voice, it made her blood curl. "Is on Huk territory, for that you must pay for the land you're using and the usage of the road as well." That wasn't possible, how were they to pay? There was not enough money between them to even feed the whole camp. They relied on the supplies, they relied on the Army. Patricio enjoyed watching the look of horror then anger flash across her face. During his recitation he noticed her jaw tightened, and she had rolled her hands into fists.
"This is a free country! You have no right to demand payment for land that is not yours!"
He threw his head back and laughed, the rest of the men joined after someone translated what she said. Most Filipinos who were scornful of American imperialism in the Philippines tried their best to ignore western influence. That even meant not going to school and not learning English. She fought the feeling of swinging her fist and socking him right in the jaw.
"This is Huk territory, my sweet. This part of the land was given to me to govern, so in reality it is my land. I can do whatever I want with this piece of garbage you call home." He took a step closer, the smell of stale sweat and tobacco filled Cassandra's nostrils making her want to gag. But she stood her ground and stared at Patricio, they were the same height so he wasn't as intimidating. Although the guns that surrounded them provided the intimidation effect. "You will pay or suffer the consequences. If I find any of your people on the road or in the river, I will allow my men to do whatever pleases them." He glanced behind her and gave the women a leering sneer.
Cassandra took a side step so that she blocked his view of the women. Now she was seeing red, he had just threatened the women. The women had gone through horrors that no man would ever know, and he was going to allow those horrors to revisit the women? She took a step closer and lowered her voice so no one heard her, her words were only for Patricio.
"The Americans will come and when they hear of your doings, you will be put to trial." He let out a breathy chuckle.
"You're not a position to be giving out threats." He was right. Cassandra tightened her hands, so that she could feel her nails digging into her palms. It was a stinging pain, and the sweat that touched the wound made it worse. "Have you not notice that the Americans no longer use this road? I know that your camp holds no forms of communications with the Army. If you don't pay, I can't guarantee that you'll make it to the town unharmed."
"Patricio," She whispered feverishly. "You are depriving these children a chance to live! You are making them relive the horrors and nightmares of another occupation, but now it is from their own people. This is not right!" His eyes narrowed and his lip curled in disgust.
"Do you think I care? I sure as hell didn't care for them during the war. What makes you think I do now?" Shocked at his response she took a step back. Juan glanced over at one of his men and nodded his head."If you cannot pay me in cash, then you'll pay in other ways." One of them made a move to reach for a child, but Cassandra reacted quickly. Among the screaming of the women and shouts from both Caesar and Dr. Calloway, Cassandra pulled the paratrooper knife from her pocket and pressed it against Patricio's throat.
The men stopped and aimed their guns at Cassandra, but she only pressed the knife deeper into his throat. "They can shoot me, but I will take you down with me."
"Rash Cassandra, you are like your American counterparts: Acting without thinking." He motioned at the women and children behind her. "If you do kill me, what will happen afterwards? You won't be here to protect them. Now put your knife away." Patricio was right again. It was starting to infuriate her that she had no upper hand in any of his schemes. That they were all cornered with no where to turn.
"Put your knife away." He said again. Slowly Cassandra pulled away, Patricio made a sudden move so that he pushed the knife out of her hand and twisted around so that she was pinned against him. He had her arm in an awkward angle behind her back, his other arm wrapped around her neck to cut off her breathing. She tried her best to get out of his grip, but she was locked. She watched in horror as the men approach the group, one of them had a gun aimed right at her father's head.
"No! Stop it!" She gasped, then cringed at the feel of Patricio's breathe against her neck and scar. "Make them stop!"
"Oh my, how the tables have turned Cassandra," he whispered into her ear.
"Let her go! Please! She didn't mean- We will pay! Please just let her go!" Dr. Calloway shouted. Patricio glanced over at the American, and then roughly pushed Cassandra off him. She fell on her knees and hands. He pulled out a pistol from his jacket pocket and pointed it at her.
"Get the money," He snapped in his accented English. Dr. Calloway practically ran to the barracks. After a few minutes Dr. Calloway arrived with a wad of money. It looked close to $1,000. He approached them rather tentatively and placed the money into Patricio's other outstretched hand. He gave the wad an overlook then slowly lifted the pistol away from Cassandra. She allowed Dr. Calloway to lift her up and hold on to her. Patricio just stared at her for some time, and then glanced over at the group.
Without saying a word he lifted his pistol and fired.
Cassandra's mouth opened in horror as Betty fell to her knees and hit the ground face first. It felt like the world had gone still and all Cassandra could feel was the burning sensation of sadness overwhelming her. The screams from the women were loud and pierced the night sky. The sharp sounds sounded harsh against the backdrop of the silent valley.
He pocketed his gun and turned around, but stopped in front of Cassandra.
"It was nice doing business with you, perhaps this will make you think twice of threatening me and disobeying my orders." She fought to reach for him but for an old man, Dr. Calloway had a rather strong grip. They watched as the men piled into their cars and drove off. Once they were gone Cassandra rushed over to Betty's body. Anne was already there crying, she had Betty's head on her lap.
"Oh my God," Dr. Calloway whispered behind her. Caesar had a firm grip on his daughter's shoulder.
"Anne, is she?" Cassandra couldn't finish the sentences already the tears were bearing and blurring her eyesight. Anne look up with tear stained cheeks and nodded. The moment of helplessness overcame her and the same feelings of when she saw her mother shot enveloped around her. The distant bang of a pistol and bone and muscle meeting metal echoed in her head. Only the tight grip her father had on her shoulder brought her back to reality.
"I'll take a few of the older boys and we'll bury her. Afterwards we need to talk about what needs to be done." He whispered into her ear, but she did not reply. "Cassandra?" He turned her around and shook her a little, until she looked up at him. "Do as I say."
"Ann, take Cassandra to the barracks. I'll stay here and settle everything." Ann nodded got up and carefully laid Betty's head on the ground. She reached over for Cassandra and silently glided her to the barracks. Both Dr. Calloway and her father were true to their word. They arrived after half an hour, the women have calmed down slightly, and Betty was buried in an unmarked grave. By that time Cassandra had assembled herself somewhat.
"I gave him all the money we had. Both your father and I tried our best to dissuade him, but he would not hear of it." Cassandra shook her head.
"He came with me to Manila when I heard of my father. There was talk that he was a Makapili, his father bought him out of being sentenced to death. It's just like him to crawl to those that are in power at the moment. His father is the mayor of San Fernando that is why he is well connected."
"What he just did… It's murder against a U.S citizen. She wasn't part of the army; she was part of the Red Cross. He needs to be tried! We need the army! Where are they?" Anne spoke up. Both Cassandra and Dr. Calloway looked at each other with guilty looks. From what Patricio told her Army wasn't coming, and it seemed that Dr. Calloway knew that.
"They stopped using the roads for some time. They must have found a quicker route to the north. It seems that we had been quietly cornered by the Huks, without the knowledge of the Armed Forces." Dr. Calloway explained.
"We need to leave this place. Go back to Manila, its safer there for the women and children." Caesar argued. Cassandra gave him a sad smile. He had grown to love them all over the past months. "We'll go by the road to the town."
"Caesar… I don't think he has any plans of letting us go." Dr. Calloway responded. He looked over at Cassandra, who nodded her head in agreement. Patricio was going to make them stay. They had guns, enough said. "We're stuck." The silence that followed was thick and it caused everyone in the room to stir with restlessness.
"Unless one of us sneaks out," Cassandra offered. It was going to be like the run from the Japanese again, but this time it's her own people. "It's our only chance."
"No Cassandra," her father warned her, she just waved him off.
"This is our chance! Right now when they think they have us down. Patricio could be lying! Let me go to the town and see if there are any American forces there. They'll help us." Her father shook his head and gave her that look to be quiet.
"It's dangerous-" Dr. Calloway started to agree with Caesar.
"It's more dangerous just staying here and letting them pick at us!" She countered.
"And you think it's your duty to be the one to go?" Her father snapped.
"The women are frightened, especially after what they saw today. They won't leave the safety of this camp. You'd rather risk sending a child, father?!" Anne who had been mute the whole time let out a strangled cry at the thought of a child in harm's way. Dr. Calloway sat beside Anne and placed a comforting arm around her shoulders.
"No Anak, but I don't want to lose my only child." Caesar choked out, he turned around quickly so that no one could see the pain on his face. Cassandra looked away in shame, he was hurting. She had been so caught up with the refugees and their stories; she never realized the effects of the war on her father. He did cry in the hospital, but she had always thought it was because he was sick and was delirious.
"Father-" Cassandra started but trailed off. Anne's sniffles had died down, and again the room had lapsed into silence.
"What can we do?" Anne whispered. The idea of sending a child to town seemed to be the only choice. They knew their way through the woods, where the town was, and they were small. If they send one out, he could blend easily and come back without being caught. There was no way they were going to send a girl; it had to be to be a boy, older than ten. In the end Rafael was chosen, he was 11 years old, and one of the few to volunteer.
"Rafael, you need to be brave. Don't look at the men with the guns. Just go through the woods and look at the town. If there aren't any Americans, come right back. If there are, give them this." Cassandra held up a small bag in front of her in it was: her dual citizenship card, Anne's Red Cross identification card, and a letter from Dr. Calloway informing them about their situation. She pinned the small package inside his shirt, so that he couldn't lose it.
"They're switching guards! They're switching!" One of the boys who were acting as look out warned them. Cassandra gave Rafael a small smile guided him to the back of the camp. The women were ordered not to make any sound, as to not alarm the Huks. As they walked to the back of the camp, Cassandra glanced down at Rafael. He looked like he was near tears, but the determination in his grip around her hand, and his stance, made her think otherwise.
When they reached the back, Cassandra noticed a small hole. Dr. Calloway had made s small hole in their fence for Rafael to crawl through. Her father was there as well, Anne was in the hospital.
"What if they catch me?" he whispered, Cassandra stopped walking and took a knee in front of him. "Ate, I don't think I want to do this anymore." She nodded and pressed her hand against his cheek.
"I'll go with you through the fence, a little way. Maybe that will calm your nerves." He nodded quickly. After a small talk between her father, Dr. Calloway, and Cassandra they allowed her to walk with Rafael. It took some time for Cassandra to crawl through the hole, since it was made only for Rafael to fit through. When they did make it to the other end, Cassandra couldn't help but notice the stark contrast of the camp to its surroundings. The woods were just pale dead trees, the sounds of the river was distant but reassuring.
"They're switching," her father whispered, at once both Rafael and Cassandra descended into the woods. She held on to Rafael's hand as they weaved their way, all in silence. It wasn't for some time till the sounds of the river got a little louder. This was the area that she was to leave Rafael. All he had to do was follow the river in the cover of the trees, and he would reach the town.
She stopped abruptly and turned around to face Rafael, who was practically shaking in his boots. "Rafael, I need to leave you now." He didn't make any movement to acknowledge her words. "Look at me." Again no movement, just his shaking, and his labored breathing that answered her. Again she kneeled down before the boy and turned him to face her, there were tears in his eyes. "Rafael, I need to leave you now. But before I go I need you to listen, and I need you to answer me. Understand?"
"Yes Ate," She gave him an encouraging smile, and reached for the inside of his shirt where the package of papers was pinned.
"I need you to get back to the camp," His eyes widen and he tried to stop her from unpinning the package, but she had done it already and stuffed it into her shirt. She reached for his hands and held them in hers."Listen to me." She whispered, Rafael nodded, and a tear slipped down his cheek.
"Tell my father that I'll be safe. I'll return as soon as I can." She stopped and twirled around to scan the trees around them, than she turned back to Rafael. "Tell him I love him, to keep the camp going. Look after my father Rafael, promise me?"
"Yes Ate," He croaked. She gave the boy a pat on the cheek.
"Run and don't look back." He nodded this time and took a step away from Cassandra. "Run now!" He gave her one last look and fled back from where they came. Cassandra reached into her shirt and stuffed the package correctly into the band that bound her breasts.
-w-
The trip to through the woods took her longer than expected and it was at the crack of dawn did she reach the bridge that stood as an entrance to the town. That night she had dressed in a pair of pants and a shirt, so that she looked like one of the boys. Besides stuffing her hair into the hat, she had also rubbed dirt on her face, arms, and feet. No one would take notice of a dirty urchin.
The town was slowly getting up; already she could smell rice being cooked over fire. It made her stomach grumble, after that long trek with an empty stomach she was famished. Slowly she approached the town, there were Huks alright, stationed at the entrance of the town, and also some walking through the village.
She slowly blended herself to the surroundings and the villagers walking around the town square, or going about their duties. The Huks would occasionally harass a villager, most of the time it would be a woman, but other than that they kept to themselves. As she looked around, there weren't any Americans; in fact there weren't any foreigners around. It was worse then Cassandra had thought. She was standing by a stall, when the Huks yelled and fired their guns to the air. At once the villagers scattered, Cassandra stepped into the nearest building with a few people. A black car drove up and parked right in the middle of the square, Patricio Pacificdor stepped out. Cassandra quickly dropped her gaze and kept it down as he passed her.
"Anything to report on the camp?" he asked.
"No Sir. They seem a lot quieter, but it could be because they're scared." Someone answered him. Patricio laughed, it made Cassandra's blood boil.
"They should be. When we go there next time, I will have them eating out of the palm of my hand." He stopped just outside the building he was to go into. Cassandra edged closer to the doorframe of the building she had rushed into. "I'll have that girl, Cassandra, doing more than just eating out of the palm of my hand." They both laughed and entered the building. The villagers feeling it was safe to go back outside did so very slowly. She followed them.
"You over there!" Someone yelled. Cassandra froze where she was, and turned around slowly to face the man that called out her out. It was one of the Huks; his gun was hanging by his side. He approached her and sneered at her appearance. "What you doing out here in public? You look like you belong with the pigs!" He laughed. Cassandra didn't do anything but stand there. But that seemed to get him angry. "Well aren't you going to answer me?" By that time they had gained themselves an audience.
Keep a low profile, good one Cassandra. She thought to herself, if the Huk kept to it, he'll soon find out her secret. Than he would lead her to Pacificdor, which was the last thing she wanted.
"Answer me!" the Huk screeched. Cassandra kept her head down; she wasn't prepared for the punch to her shoulder. It wasn't a punch it was a ram from his gun. That was going to leave another bruise, like the one she got last night in the stomach. "Answer me!"
"Sir, please that's my son! Please have mercy, he's slow!" A man begged behind her, she felt a hand clamp over her throbbing shoulder, making the pain double. She sucked in her breath so that she couldn't scream from the pain. Their conversation was muffled as a roar of pain echoed in her ears.
"You need to keep it in a cage!" the Huk snapped. Before he left Cassandra and the man, he kicked some dirt into Cassandra's face. When his feet finally left her peripheral vision, she got up slowly.
"Come with me," The man whispered. Cassandra couldn't help but obey. They had caused a stir, and if she were to walk the opposite way as the man it would looked strange. So she followed him and hoped that she was doing the right thing. They walked through the alleyways into what looked like a shanty village behind the town. He led her a little ways till they went inside a small shanty.
"Manuel, you're home! I heard gunshots!" An old woman cried out. She had a baby in her arms, two more clinging to her dress skirts.
"It's alright Donna, no one was hurt. The Huks seem to be a lot more trigger happy than usually." Manuel turned around and motioned for Cassandra to step in. "Donna, I found this boy wandering the streets. Perhaps we could give him some lunch?" The woman gave Cassandra a displeased look, but nodded and set out another plate on the crate, that was serving as a table.
Manuel had Cassandra sit down on the floor, and handed her a bowl of water to drink, before questioning her.
"You're not from here. I've never seen you before in town." Manuel ventured after Cassandra had some water. He wasn't allowed an answer because Donna approached them with bowls of rice and sour broth. He watched as Cassandra scooped the meal with her fingers, eating as if she had not for days. "Do you want seconds?"
"Oh I'm okay, it was very good." She nodded her thanks to the woman across from her. "Thank you ma'am," Donna nodded in return and got up to feed to the children. With her away Manuel got down to business.
"Who are you? I am sorry if I sound rude, but these times aren't like how they use to be." During their quick lunch, Cassandra had been debating with herself. She didn't know whether to tell the man who she really was, or keep going under the façade of a boy. He had been nice so far, saving her, and then allowing her to eat with them. Also from the displeased look that the wife had given her and what they had eaten; she knew that food was scarce.
"Sir, where are the American forces? I had thought they were stationed here because of the road?" Manuel gave her a confused look. He had been waiting for an answer to his question, not a question to his question. But he answered anyway.
"They pulled back two weeks ago. They had fought a new route, a safer one for their convoys to the north. The Huks staked their claim over the town two days later, with that leader of their."
"Patricio Pacificdor," She whispered. The man nodded at the name. "Does he make you pay taxes too?" Now Manuel was kind of nervous to answer. He wasn't sure where the stranger's loyalties lie; he could be an undercover Huk for all he knew. That show earlier could have been staged, which he had willingly walked into. Cassandra noticed his hesitation; she placed her hand on her hat and pulled it off.
"You're a girl!" He yelped. Cassandra descended upon him to keep quiet. Both of them glanced out the windows to see if anyone over heard the shout. There was no movement outside.
"Sir, please! You must be silent about this!" She held out her hands for him to sit back down.
"What are you doing dressed like a boy? Are the Huks after you? I cannot risk my family's lives by harboring you." He made a move to get up, but Cassandra beseeched him to stay seated.
"Please just listen to me! If you don't like what you hear, than you can throw me out. Please Sir I need to talk to you." He looked like he was struggling over the dilemma but Cassandra made it easier and pulled out a handful of pesos and bestowed it on the table. This helped Manuel come to his decision, he settled back onto the floor."Does Pacificdor tax you too?"
"He does, heavily. My family and I we use to live inside the town. Since we couldn't keep up with paying the taxes, he had us evicted and now we live in the shanties."
"Do the townspeople enjoy their lives under the Huk rule?" He let out a snort and shook his head.
"No. I didn't enjoy the American occupation, but I would rather have them than the Huks. We were able to keep our business and they respected our property." He frowned as if remembering back to the week the Americans left, and the Huks came. "When the Huks took over, they destroyed my shop. They took everything, even my home."
"There's an American Camp down-" Manuel's eyes widen.
"You're from the camp!? How did you sneak out? They are watching that place!" Cassandra glanced out the window and held up her hand for him to lower his voice.
"That's not important," She moved closer. "What's important is for me to find a way to get to the Americans. Can I leave this town on my own free will?" Manuel shook his head at her question.
"They guard the bridge, no one is allowed in or out without their permission." Cassandra sat back to think. After a few minutes she nodded pulled out the money she had hidden on herself, and placed it on the table.
"Could you get me pass the guards?" He stared at the money for sometime, it wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.
"I will do better. I will take you to where you need to go." She smiled and watched as he picked up the wad of money and pocketed it. "When do you wish to leave?"
"As soon as possible," Manuel nodded then finally gave her a smile; he was missing a few teeth. Although that smile changed his whole face, his eyes crinkled and it brought a smile to Cassandra's own lips.
"We will leave tonight, but I will have to hide you. You speak Tagalog well, but your accent is foreign to the ear." She was surprise at this revelation; she had always thought she sounded like everyone else. But she said nothing more of it, if he wanted her to be quiet, she'll comply.
"You're risking your life, you must know that." She told him truthfully. He nodded and placed a hand over Cassandra's, a friendly gesture.
"To a person who has true humility, words are vows." He recited a Filipino proverb. Cassandra understanding his meaning placed her hat back on and allowed Manuel to change the topic of conversation. While she took a short nap, Manuel went to his wife to tell her that he would be gone for a few days. During their talk both Cassandra and Manuel felt it was wise not to tell Donna of Cassandra's true identity. The less the family knew the better.
Later that night they left, he had her tucked in a tiny, uncomfortable position. The seat in the front of the wagon had a hide away box. It was small but due to the lack of food and the heat, Cassandra had dramatically lost more weigh. If she were to compare her weight it would be to a 12 year old boy, who has yet to go through puberty. Manuel had her pull her knees to her chest and tuck in her head. This was their one chance. It was good that they were going at night; the Huks wouldn't be able to see properly.
The wagon lunged forward, as the caribou pulled. Cassandra could feel the slight pressure above her. The wood that separated her from Manuel's creaked every time they hit a bump or he shifted his weigh. She should be getting some sleep, but the position she was in and what was to come, had her wide awake. She heard nothing except the wagon and the hooves of the caribou.
"Stop your wagon, and state your purpose!" A voice suddenly rang out. If she had no control over her bodily functions, Cassandra would have jumped up and screamed from her hiding place. Her heart was pounding hard and fast, afraid that they could hear it she tucked her knees tighter to her chest.
"I'm carrying some coal to trade with other villagers." Manuel answered.
"Put your hands in the air and stay where you are old man." There was some movement, and the wagon sunk a little. There was a huge racket going on. One man had jumped onto the back and was pushing the pile left and right. He stuck his gun in a few times till he was satisfied. He finally got off and walked to the front with a smug face. "You've barely have anything to trade fool, might as well sell your caribou."Manuel stayed silent; the men laughed once more and stepped aside. "Go and try to make your fortune." Cassandra bit back her groan as the wagon lunged forward again. Her spine collided with her sore back. But she was glad they had gone through, now it was only a matter of time till she reached American forces. She closed her eyes and allowed herself the small luxury of relaxing, even in the cramp position.
It was daybreak when Manuel lifted the lid and peeked down at Cassandra, who opened her eyes at the feel of fresh air on her face. He opened it all the way so that she could get out. It seemed like they were in the middle of no where, only the remains of broken down tanks and military vehicles told them they were on the right path. They weren't going to the city their destination was Clark Airbase.
"It's safe to ride beside me." She smiled and scrambled out of the box. She was sore to the bone, but the air was refreshing. "We'll be there by late afternoon. Until than I will amuse myself by singing, I have not sung for so long! Don't worry I have a good voice, Anak!" Cassandra laughed and motioned for him to go on.
Manuel was right they did reach the town that stood at the front gates of Clark Airbase by late afternoon. They were well into the town when Manuel pulled his wagon to the side, his caribou let out a grunt and took a rest.
"Thank you so much," Cassandra gushed, giving the man's hand a firm handshake. Manuel shook his head and kissed her hand, with the other he pulled the money out of his pocket and pressed it into her other hand. "Oh no, please keep it!" He just kept smiling and pressed it into her hand.
"A true friend is known in time of need." Manuel replied. He patted Cassandra's hand and shooed her off the wagon. He wasn't going to stay long, just drop her off and go back to the town.
"Wait!" Cassandra yelled over the bustling villagers. Manuel just kept going, but he did turn around giving her a smile.
"My prayers are with you Cassandra, may God bless you." She watched him as he disappeared among the other wagons. She glanced down at the money in her hand then back up again. She had asked so much from him, and yet he wanted nothing?
"Move it kid!" Someone yelled behind her, she did quickly as a jeep roared pass her to the gate. She'll find a way to thank Manuel later; instead she jammed the money into a pocket and followed after the jeep. The road that led to the Air Base was the main road that cut through the town. It was crowded and the jeep had a harder time getting to the front gate, than Cassandra.
Once she did approach it the front gate was jammed pack. The traffic going into and out of the Air Base was bummer to bummer. Also the security to enter the Air Base was tight; Cassandra took off her hat and stood in line. It wasn't long till it was her turn; she pulled out her papers and waited to be let in.
"I need to see General Gibson." She stated her purpose before he could even ask her. He glanced up at her than at her passport, without a second glance he handed it back to her.
"You don't have the right credentials to enter the Air Base ma'am. Please step aside." She glanced down at her papers than back up at the man.
"Wait! I have a stamp that says I'm a dependent of The Philippine American Army. I'm also a citizen of the United States of America. I don't understand." The Marine sighed. It was hot and the approaching thunderstorm made the humidity at zero percent.
"Both your passport and the stamp are expired. We changed the codes to all of the papers because we were getting frauds. If you have someone inside that can vouch for you, than I can let you in." He offered.
"I do! Major Richard Winters of the 506th Regiment of the 101st Airborne, he should be stationed inside." His name was the first thing that popped into her mouth, anything to let her in and see General Gibson. She needed to see someone of a high rank so that her case could be heard. What better than Shelly's father, hopefully he was still there.
"Well I can't let you in still. You need to wait outside." He pushed her gently to the side and went inside the booth. He whispered to the soldier in charge of the telephone what to do.
-w-
Dick stepped out of his office with his hat in his hand. He had been in his office for the past 48 hours with Strayer. The man was on the edge as he fought for the slot for the 101st Airborne to be shipped to Japan. After the first bomb had been dropped Strayer was on the phone non stop arguing and yelling for his division to be the first into Japan. He had a fight in his hands because the 11th Airborne, more specifically General Gibson, wasn't going to let that happen.
Salinski was on the phone so Dick just waved a goodbye, but Salinski let out a yell. He turned around with an eyebrow raised; it wasn't like Salinski to be yelling for nothing. He dropped the phone after a hasty goodbye and relayed the message to him.
"Sir, there is a young woman outside the front gate asking for you. Her name is Cassandra Cruz." Winters stopped rocking back and forth on the heel of his boots. Did he hear correctly? Salinski had to repeat the message just to make sure.
"Tell them I will be there presently and to let her in." Salinski nodded and went to do his duty. Dick on the other hand raced toward his jeep. The drive from 101st HQ to the front gate wasn't far, so he was there in record time. He stopped the jeep and jumped out, his hand up to protect his eyes from the sun.
"Dick!" A woman shouted over the noise of vehicles and people yelling. He glanced over to the right and saw her waving at him. If that was her, she was dressed in Filipino garb and dirty. He didn't care; at once he took off and gathered her in his arms before she could react. "Dick! You'll get dirty! Put me down!" He gave her one last tight hug and settled her down on her feet.
"Jesus, Cassandra you look-" He really couldn't find any words that would make her sound good. He gave her a helpless look, which earned a laugh from her.
"Well thank you Dick! It's good to see you, but I'm here on important business." When she mentioned the business part her face sobered up and became serious. "Is General Gibson of the 11th Airborne still stationed here?"
"Yes why?"
"I need to see him right away, it's urgent." He didn't question her and just motioned for her to jump into the jeep. Unlike the HQ of the 101st, the 11th was just a few blocks from the front gate. Aside from crossing the dangerously busy street they were within the HQ in minutes and in front of General Gibson's office. They were stopped by a secretary who gave Cassandra a slightly disgusted look, but saluted Dick.
"How may I help you sir?" He asked, as if Cassandra wasn't there.
"I need to see General Gibson this instant. Tell him it's Major Richard Winters of the 101st Airborne and Cassandra Cruz." The secretary just gave Cassandra a brief look than went inside to relay the message. He came back seconds later and nodded for them to go in, closing the door behind them. What happened next took Dick by surprise. He had just finished saluting General Gibson.
"Sandra?" He stood by the door as Cassandra took the few steps and gave General Gibson a kiss on the cheek. "What on earth are you wearing? And what happened to your face?" He asked after getting a good look at her. She stumbled over her words as she told him about the camp and the Huks. It took some time to tell, but General Gibson urged her on. Dick stayed there listening as well. His hands balled up into fists when he heard of what Patricio Pacificdor did. When she finished, General Gibson had her sit on a chair. "Winters, call in one of my secretaries."
"Have a runner and send out a call to Major Kenworthy and Major Ames. Tell them to come to my office as soon as possible." The secretary nodded and closed the door behind him. Dick had moved closer and had a hand on Cassandra's shoulder, her hand on top of his. General Gibson made his way back to them and gave Cassandra a sincere smile.
"We'll have them out of there soon," he whispered. Cassandra nodded and mumbled a thank you. As she wiped her tears with a hankie that Gibson provided, Dick and met Gibson's stare. He nodded for Dick to leave, he had it covered. Winters wasn't ready to leave, he wanted to make sure she was okay.
"Strayer wouldn't want you here in my office, Major Winters. I'll make sure she'll be taken cared of." Dick hesitated but finally relented. He was right, Strayer would blow a lid. He tried to get Cassandra's attention but she was busy trying to control her hiccups. He saluted General Gibson and left his office.
General Gibson was true to his word in that he would take care of Cassandra. He had a hotel room in Manila Hotel reserved for her, and had managed to procure some clothes for her to use. It was nice to finally get a hot bath and new clothes, but she was still stressing over the Huks and the camp. She had plans to go with the company of Rangers going back, but General Gibson but her wish was denied, and ordered her to remain near him. A couple days after her arrival with the news, a platoon of MPs, two contractors of the Red Cross, and a company of Rangers made their way to Lubao. Their mission was to extract the refugee camp and to hold position at the road junction and the town.
August 12, 1945
While Cassandra waited for the arrival of her father and the camp, she made herself busy. Since her citizenship and dependent military papers were denied she had them renewed. She had also managed to have her father's title in the American- Philippine Army reinstated within the American military books. If someone was looking for them, they could see her father's name, and know that he was alive.
In the middle of war torn Manila, the Rizal monument stood tall, and there people glued papers bearing names up. Cassandra had passed it many times as she was driven back and fro from the base to the hotel with General Gibson. Many of the women would there for hours, their eyes always scanning the crowd for some familiar face. It was on a ride home mid afternoon with General Gibson that she thought she'd step down. The private parked the jeep at the side and helped Cassandra down.
The women that sat closest to the jeep twisted around to stare at her. Cassandra made no movement to hide herself, but instead smile at the women. Some of them returned her smile, but others just turned. She had the private stay behind with the Jeep and ascended the steps to the monument. She remembered as a little girl, during her vacations from boarding school in Hawaii, as a family they would have picnics in the park. That was when the Philippines were at its best, even being dubbed the Pearl of the Orient. Cassandra held back the tears when she touched the warm white stone. It brought back happy childhood memories, but the indent of a bullet hole made her realize that it was just a memory.
The papers on the monument were scraps with hastily written messages. There were names and places to meet. The news of deaths or of an injury reported to those who were not there to hear the news. Cassandra glanced around her these women were lost without their men. They were stagnated and their children immobilized by their mothers, sat too, dazed.
If her father had died, would she have been like those women? Lost and forgotten. She silently thanked God for keeping her father safe. A prayer she wished her mother and sister had been sheltered by. She glanced at the papers, until one caught her eye. It had her father's family crest on the top and a message was scrawled at the bottom, in English.
To the Cruz Family:
Corazon and children okay. We are staying at a displacement camp, a mile from Clark Air Base. If anyone reads this and knows the crest and see any Cruz family, tell them where we are.
Cassandra ripped the paper from the stone wall. The rice that was used as glue was dry and peeled off during the snatch. She held the paper in her hands as if memorizing every word, than she suddenly turned around and ran back to the jeep.
True to the papers words, Cassandra found her father's sister and her children at the camp. Sadly her uncle had been killed by the Japanese when he was out pass curfew; he had been trying to find food for the children. Corazon wept when she hugged Cassandra and tugged her into the small shanty they had built as a home.
"Tita Corazon, you still look the same, except for the expecting child." She motioned at her Aunt's growing belly.
"Even during war your uncle and I couldn't get enough of each other." She teased, and laughed when Cassandra's cheeks redden at the sexual imprecations. Her aunt was the youngest of six children, while Cassandra's father was the second oldest in the family.
"Where are my cousins?" Cassandra wandered out loud, she had seen the two hiding in the back. It was a game they had played often when Cassandra's family would go down to Tagaytay to visit her aunt and uncle. "Have they gone and joined the monkeys in the jungles?"
"NO!" A little voice shouted from the hiding spot. Her aunt laughed but motioned for Cassandra to continue with the children.
"Or perhaps with the dwarfs up in the hills, they have been very naughty, or so I have heard."
"We have not Ate, we have been good children! Mama will tell you!" Another yelled. This time the two children popped out from their hiding places. The taller of the two was the one that had spoken last. He had a hand wrapped around the other children's hand. When they were in front of her, they grabbed her hand and pressed it against their foreheads. It was the sign of respect. It had been years since she had seen them.
The other of the two was only five when the war started, and the other three. Now they were ten and eight. She kissed them both and hugged them close. Never in her life did she think she would see any of her family. When her mother and sister were killed she knew it was only a matter of time till she was next. Now that the war was almost over and with the welcoming news of finding her aunt and cousins, maybe there was light at the end of the dark tunnel. Cassandra stayed there for some time until her driver told her it was time for him to pick up General Gibson at the base. She said her goodbyes and promised them she would come by the next day.
When they arrived to pick up General Gibson, she was both greeted with good and bad news. He had gotten word that the camp was safe and were being moved to a displacement camp not far from the Air Base.
"Did you find Patricio? Will he be put to trial?" Gibson frowned and placed a hand on Cassandra's.
"I'm sorry my dear, but he got away. The Rangers couldn't find him and the Huks aren't speaking. When we do find him, he will be put to trial. Don't worry your friend's death won't go unnoticed. We have already notified her family members back in the States. That's the best we can do."
The camp arrived at the displacement camp two days later, and Cassandra with her aunt and cousins were there to meet them. Her face broke out into a smile when a large group of familiar faces made their way pass the gates. The children and women that passed her hugged or kissed her, while others just gave her a brief smile. It took some time till she finally saw Dr. Calloway, Anne and her father. They were the last through the gates. Her father had a new cane and he hobbled over as fast as he could to her. Cassandra broke off from the group and ran to her father, colliding into him. "You've aged me five more years, Anak." Cassandra laughed as she pulled away to smile at him."Promise me you'll never me leave again. I don't think I could bear it."
"Father, I have no intentions of leaving you anytime soon." He hugged her again, but allowed her to exchange greetings with Dr. Calloway and Anne. The Red Cross was sending them back to the States. Their faces were known to the Huks and were in danger if they stayed. Later that week, Dr. Calloway and Anne were escorted to Manila bay to take a medical ship to Guam, than from Guam to San Francisco, California.
It was a joyful reunion between Caesar and Corazon, both of them cried as they hugged. Cassandra grinned down at her cousins and placed an arm around the both of them. They were a small family, but it was enough for them to start fresh.