Today in lush green meadow surrounded by 31,000 trees planted in the victims memory the land feels peaceful and serene. There is a wall of names to remind us of the atrocity of years past. A generation of young men who never had a life to grow old in and died after much suffering.
|Jeffrey in contemplation of what happened approximately 75 years ago.|
|Senior Missionaries and Jonah - Sister Stewart is the pink hat at the back - not that I would accuse anyone of hiding|
|Message from the past for the present|
|Today the memorial has three columns that rise up and meet together, they represent the Philippines, the Americans, and the Japanese - united|
|Looking up in the center|
We walked around and saw the little train carts they stuffed captives in to transport them to the Camp and walked across a suspension bridge - of course it was fully enclosed so no tourists could not fall off or over.
Later we went to visit an 1576 church which is still in operation. In fact a wedding was going on when we went to visit. This church had stood around 36 feet high but now is buried half way up from the flow caused from an eruption. It took four years for the town and church to be covered. Today half of the church is still functioning - the top half. The bell tower can be seen close to eye level and the wedding was held in a chapel that is actually the old roof.
|Top half of church|
|Painting of the original church|
|If you look at the ground level you can see half windows|