" They're just fine. Its just that they received a sad news. Sadly, Gabok guerrillas were mostly killed during their face-to-face attack and the remaining were captured, including the leader.

" Its really a bad news. Its the attack while we traverse going back here. I saw them running ang pointing their handguns to the barracks, it was really tough when they were welcomed by grenades and mortars." She recounted.

" Its also possible that the captives will announce that there's still a lost commando of Fil-Am around and they may possibly search the area." He said.

"What are we going to do." She whispered while chewing the reboiled jackfruit seeds.

" Hmm, they all thought I was shot dead, though it was Martin. But I'm thinking of saving the leader and the other captives. In a way, that my men will be at rest for a while. We'll have it with Baldur, Amado and Henry alone. I planned of leaking some flowing huge water from the mainstream, dig a drainage to create a semi avalanche to immensely flow going down to the enemies' barracks. The body of water will destroy their facilities and it will give us the chance to free the prisoners since their wooden prison cells were just beside the bunkhouses. All we have to do is to provide them guns and daggers while the j.a.ps would be busy to evacuate. If good fate warrants, they will be led inside station one for a while. There's no need to bring a lot of people for this mission."

" Its a good tactic. Hope I can join." She smiled.

" There's a big no!" He pouted.

" Haha! and why? If I insist I can escape from here. If I have mortar I'd like to point a hundred to them."

" Haha! my wife's very mad at the j.a.ps." He tied her hair with his hanky again.

" Just as they give us all a stressful life. I'm just thankful I got married during wartime to a warrior and attractive gentleman lieutenant." She smiled.

" Wow! she seems complementeng me in order for the lieutenant to tell her, "let's go for the next mission!" Haha! NO! No, you cannot go with us. Its final and irrevocable."

She walked slowly became silent and lie down till she closed her eyes on a soft foam within room number 3.

Subsequently, he was leaning his back on a granite bench in room number 2 while opening the journal on December of 1938.

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27 December 1938

Magee did not travel back to Tikaban. Instead, she was preparing for a local fencing tournament. Edward said he was busy sending her food during practices and as usual, its being course through to the landlady. Until one day Chuck arrived on the fencing center where Edward was waiting for him. Chuck personally met her future daughter-in law and they just disguised as professional fencers just to draw closer. Chuck whispered to Edward the construction of the last room number 7, the safest room for George and Magee's children. Its the only room where a baby's cry can't be heard outside. Its also my first time to know the uprising direction of the World War II probably would be heading to Philippines. The two Dads informed me in a letter that Magee shall be trained in self-defense ( starting with fencing) prior to the war. The war was the safest way where George can freely go back to the Philippines. Edward also told me not to miss him in her unica hija's wedding, but supposed he'd be out for b.l.o.o.d.y missions and if George and Magee wants for marriage, then he pa.s.s the responsibility to Albrecht, his eldest stepson and Baldur. I was just a little worried of Magee because aside from being frail she faints most of the time and I guess she needs more sleep and relaxation. Crucially, she had to eat during meal time that she sometimes skipped meals in school. Magee has heard too of the upcoming war and prepared herself to it but she wants to join the armed forces. Edward kept tracking her for going to the military headquarters and informing all authorities to turn her down due to rheumatic heart problem. Her Dad discovered it when she collapsed in one of the fencing fights during a rigid practice. But Magee ewas a type of girl that does not back off if she knows she can. But most probably, she plans out the best, haha. I could still recall during her first travel on the s.h.i.+p. She even budgeted our food within a week by piece and centavo. Imperatively, she's a good planner and prioritizes things systematically. When she says, she does. I'm happy her Dad is taking care of her through the kind landlady. Though, I missed her more for charging my white hair with 1 centavo in every 10 strands, haha! Its new year and 1939 is approaching. Happy new year to my loved ones through my ardent prayer.

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"Mag, your rheumatic heart disease maybe the reason why you are scared to give birth and put reasons in everything. Hmm, its maybe healed now Mag. That illness isn't stagnant, it heals and rejuvenates by itself. I'll get the stethoscope and try to check if her heart still murmurs. Don't be too scared Mag." He thought.

Then he proceeded to the room filled with military supplies. He took the stethoscope and brought it to Magee's side. She was in deep sleep and put it on her back chest and listened. The plaace was very silent so he could hear her heartbeats.

" George? what is that? its too cold." "Shh, this is stethoscope, don't move. Breath deeply then exhale. Then she followed.

"Do it again." He said.

A little while he let het sit down and face to face. Interestingly, he sought permission to hear her heartbeats on top of her heart.

" Yes...yes." She agreed.

Then he gently placed the stethoscope on its natural spot.

" You may inhale now then exhale."

" My G.o.d, its 150...its, haha." This may never be rheumatic, I'm sure.

" Hmm, you sound so egocentric. I just woke up, that's why."

" But people who just woke up are more relaxed. But hey...I might be confused Mag. Shh...its 160....hmm...still. How can I get an exact heartbeat for you." He smiled.

" Let me use it on you."

When she used it, she was laughing because it reached to 170." So they just decided to drop it down ad they both laugh.