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I GET A WOUND IN ACTION
ful night. Several times bodies of insurgents working to-
ward our building were beaten back by them and by day-
break the enemy had disappeared. They made no at-
tempt to attack by way of the Pasig. Reinforcements
having arrived, the army began the northern advance at
daybreak, March 25. The battle-line was several miles
long, the General and staff near the center. Fighting be-
gan from the start and continued all day.
At noon we rested under a gigantic mango, and coffee
was being prepared in a near-by ravine sheltered from
bullets. An officer from the Japanese army had joined us
to observe our military methods in war. Italy was also re-
presented. I started to see if the coffee was coming along
all right, and passing a large tree found our Japanese
friend squatting on its safe side, his watch in his left hand,
the fingers of his right on his pulse. Thinking he was ill, I
questioned him.
'No,' he replied, 'I am not sick. Before ze bullets my
pulse he seventy-two, after ze bullets he one hundred and
twenty. I no like ze bullets.'
He actually made an official report of this to his Gov.
vernment. Japanese efficiency!
The next day about noon we were at a bamboo hut in a
rice field where a big olla full of cool fresh water was found
from which everybody was quenching the thirst that Kip-
ling tells us about - only I think he sidesteps water. We
were all oblivious of the fact that bullets from a long
trench a half-mile away were coming along thick and
fast. By this time it was a case of familiarity breeding
contempt. An orderly was passing out the water in a tin
cup and just as the Japanese grasped the handle a big
Remington (the insurgents were armed with Mausers and
Remingtons) bullet smashed through its center. He evi-
dently knew when he had enough, as he disappeared next
morning sans any farewell and we saw him no more.20
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Hoyt, Henry Franklin. A Frontier Doctor, book, 1929; Boston, Massachusetts. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth143532/m1/247/: accessed April 19, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting University of Texas Health Science Center Libraries.