They were mostly daughters of farmers and blue collar workers. Not having much better options, the USA having just gone through the Great Depression, they decided to join the US military as nurses.
Assigned to the Philippines, they were having the time of their lives with very little work to do and lots of handsome military men (Americans, of course) who invite them to dinners, dancing and parties. The country was a tropical paradise then, especially to them, its then colonial masters.
Apparently, their military counterparts in the mainland, including those at Pearl Harbor, were having the same laid-back lives and fun nights. Most of them were still asleep when the Japanese planes and submarines blasted their parked planes and ships to smithereens. The US military was crippled.
Within hours, the Japanese promptly bombed key American military installations in the Philippines. Despite Pearl Harbor hours before, the partying Americans were still caught with their pants down. So they were also left without enough planes and ships to repulse a Japanese invasion they long knew was coming.
Suddenly, the American nurses, around a hundred of them, found themselves at war. Goodbye to the fancy dinner dates, the dancing and the romance. Here come the mangled, bleeding bodies of their dying and wounded soldiers. They started real work for the first time since their overseas assignment.
The original plan of their supreme commander General Douglas McArthur was to defend the country at various possible key points of a Japanese land invasion. But since they were caught napping, they couldn't do that anymore. Not without their planes and ships. So Gen. McArthur declared Manila, the country's capital, an open city and ordered a retreat of all the forces under his command (both Americans and Filipinos) to Bataan (a peninsula in Luzon) and the nearby island fortress of Corregidor. Much-needed provisions (food, medicines, etc.) were left during this hasty strategic retreat and consolidation.
In Bataan the nurses continued their work. They set up "field hospitals," mostly just beds where the sick and the injured laid, many right there on the ground, under the canopy of trees and forest vegetation. It didn't take long for them to feel the acute shortage of food and medicine.
The nurses and soldiers were in the field while their chief, Gen. McArthur stayed in his dogout. So they nicknamed him "Dugout Doug." He receives orders from the US President not to surrender. But when the situation was already critical, Dugout Doug decided to leave his dugout and flee to Australia, then he went home to America. That, after making a speech which the Filipinos and his gullible men held on to for three years: "I shall return."
Feeling orphaned, the American soldiers left behind in Bataan called themselves the "Battling Bastards of Bataan," with no mama and no papa, they said. With no reinforcements, no air cover, no ships, no submarines and fresh supplies they fought on with Filipino soldiers who greatly outnumbered them and who did most of the fighting in the frontlines. The Filipinos also of course outnumbered them in the number of dead and injured. Yet not one name of a Filipino soldier is mentioned in this book.
There were, of course, also many Filipino nurses working for the Americans at Bataan. When Bataan was about to surrender, a high-ranked American officer ordered the evacuation of AMERICAN nurses to the nearby Corregidor. American nurses ONLY. Luckily, the American head nurse, Josie Nesbit, had grown attached to her Filipino nurses who called her "Mama Josie" and she stood her ground, insisted that even the Filipino nurses should be given refuged at Corregidor or else she herself won't go. The officer relented. Not one of these Filipino nurses' names, however, was mentioned in this book too.
Names of a few Filipino women were mentioned, but only those who were married to Americans, the author carefully pointing out their married names and those of their respective husbands.
From the safety of their offices in the US, Gen. McArthur and the US President sent to the Philippines a lot of .... words. Help is coming, they kept on saying (none came). Even Gen. McArthur's promise to return took three years to fulfill because unknown to the Filipinos and Americans in the Philippines the US Government had decided to concentrate first in liberating Europe where the British and the French were. Asia was less important.
When both Bataan and Corregidor had fallen the American nurses were interred at the compound of my Alma Mater, the University of Santo Tomas (UST) in Manila, older than Harvard, thereafter called as the Santo Tomas Internment Camp (STIC). That was where the non-combatants enemy citizens were kept by the Japanese: professionals, businessmen, women and children. Food was short and a good number died of malnutrition, starvation and sickness, but it was no Nazi concentration camp or a Russian gulag. They at the STIC went hungry, but not as hungry as the Filipinos in the rest of the country. They had their deaths, but not as frequent and not as many elsewhere. Not one of these American nurses died, whether in Bataan, Corregidor or at the STIC.
Manila was the second most devastated city (next to Warsaw, Poland) during world war two. And to think that no fighting was done here during the Japanese invasion (unlike in Warsaw). Why? Because to save on American lives, the American liberators just bombed the city to the rubbles. Many Filipino civilians died of these friendly bombs during the liberation of the city.
But of course not the STIC where the Americans were. No bomb fell on it, even if it was a key Japanese garrison. A more expensive, carefully-planned commando-type of operation was done here. Very little firefight happened to free the camp. The surprised Japanese soldiers guarding it was allowed to join the rest of their forces only after a brief standoff.
I took my undergraduate course at UST and for four years I spent long hours at its old, Hispanic-era main building where the main library was housed. I already knew then that the campus, especially this building, was occupied by the Japanese during the war yet didn't know that the reason it was spared from destruction was not because of the prayers of the Dominican priests there but the presence of the American prisoners during the liberation of the city.
Despite my complaints, however, I feel the need to rate this properly. This is a well-written ( despite the spelling errors of many Filipino words), interesting and thoroughly enjoyable book of history. The pictures are also worth looking at: the UST main buiding, the same as it is today; the UST athletic ground, where I used to play baseball, with the American soldiers firing mortars; the beautiful American nurses, Mary Rose Harrington and Cassie Cassiani, in their old age; the others, in their 70s and 80s, visiting the tombstones of those other nurses who had died ahead of them.