Those were the days my friend,
We thought they'd never end,
We'd sing and dance, forever and
a day
We lived the life we choose,
We'd fight, we'd never lose,
For we were young and sure to
have our way...
Those Were the Days
Col. Manuel "Peewee" Cruz,
Philippine Air Force, 1954,
8th Fighter Squadron, Basa Airbase
My father was born on 25 June 1927. He was a teenager when
the World War II broke out and he joined the guerilla movement, becoming a
member of the Philippine Scouts. Years later, he was made a US citizen for his
wartime efforts. He had told me that he was barely sixteen when he joined the
guerillas and he did so in retaliation for Japanese atrocities in Bulacan. He
was among the other guerillas who ambushed a large contingent of the enemy
before taking to the hills.
And here is where I usually stop to think. Papa was 16 and
he was fighting for his country at great risk to his life. The heroes of the
Philippine Revolution were all young too. Del Pilar was a boy general and
martyr at 21, Aguinaldo was President of the Republic at 30, Bonifacio was 29
when he and Ladislao Diwa and Teodoro Plata founded the Katipunan and he was
dead at 34.