All the picture icons in this thread DO OPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Vic added many pictures to this thread from his visit to Morong in Bataan, located actually at the backdoor of the former Naval Base Subic Bay.
All the Photobucket icons say: “Sorry. This picture is currently not available”. But, at least for me, when I click on the image icons, they do open.
Zo574.The Morong church, shot by Vic, on our visit to Morong in 2009; Vic said this in this thread:
Finally visited Morong, Bataan with Karl. I promised Col. Ed Ramsey back in 2009 that on my next trip to the Philippines I'd visit Morong and take pictures for him. After walking around in Layac (First line of defense, into Bataan 7th Jan. 1942), we took the new highway to Subic and went down Bataan's west road down to Morong.
Vic provided this link for the following:
pinoyhistory.proboards.com/thread/299Zo576. Lieutenant Ramsey's War: From Horse Soldier to Guerrilla Commander (Memories of War). Vic is or was the web master of the
pinoyhistory.proboards.com and wrote the thread above; he said this about the picture Zo576:
I recently wrote about Ramsey and the Charge at Morong by 26th Cavalry Philippine Scouts. Worth noting that this was the last charge by a United States Cavalry Unit (The Scouts were US Army, not Commonwealth).
My copy of the book had a different cover. I think it's the older printing. I was able to have mine signed by Ed Ramsey by mailing it to him. Philip on the other hand got lucky and actually got to meet the hero in person and with his pictures taken to boot.
(Excerpt from Lt. Ramsey's War book)
"There were three trails branching left off the road through Morong toward the sea. I signaled column left at the middle one, deployed the platoon in column of squads of eight men each, and gave the command to raise pistols. We watched as the point riders entered the town. There was silence as they made their way among the thatched huts. I ordered the troop forward.
Morong looked deserted. The huts stood empty on their bamboo stilts, the pens beneath them long stripped of livestock by the retreating Allied army. The village center was the Catholic church, its only stone structure, and it too was closed up against the advancing Japanese. Beyond lay thick groves of coconut palms inclining through a swamp toward the sea, while to our right crossed by a single wooden bridge, was the narrow Batalan river, the line that Wainwright wanted to occupy.
We moved carefully toward the village center, the horses maneuvering head-high among the woven huts, the men alert for movement. I watched the point guard turn in at the church square and disappear from sight, and then there was an explosion.
Rifles and automatic weapons burst out from the center and northern end of the village, echoing among the huts and sending jungle birds screaming. In a moment the point men came galloping back, one of the privates streaming blood across his horse's neck and flanks. An advance guard of the Japanese army had crossed the river and was passing near the church just as we had entered the village from the side.
Now I could see scores of Japanese infantries in brown fatigues firing from the village center, and behind them hundreds more wading the river and crowding toward the Batalan bridge (the river is now called the Morong River). In a few minutes more, the main body would be flooding across to seize Morong.
Over the rattling of gunfire, I ordered my troopers to deploy as foragers, and raised my pistol. A charge would be our only hope to break up the body of Japanese troops and to survive against their superior numbers. For centuries the shock of a mounted charge had proved irresistible; now the circumstances and all my training made it instinctual.
I brought my arm down and yelled to my men to charge. Bent nearly prone across the horses' necks, we flung ourselves at the Japanese advance, pistols firing full into their startled faces. A few returned our fire, but most fled in confusion, some wading back into the river, others running madly for the swamps...
The charge broke clear through the advance unit and carried on to the swamp, where we dismounted and grabbed our rifles from the scabbards. I threw out a skirmish line of one squad along the river to keep the main column from crossing and led the rest back into Morong to search for snipers."
Zo576. An earlier or later issue of the book had this book cover. It came from this URL and had this description:
After the fall of the Philippines in 1942 - and after leading the last horse cavalry charge in U.S. history - Lieutenant Ed Ramsey refused to surrender. Instead, he joined the Filipino resistance and rose to command more than 40,000 guerrillas. The Japanese put the elusive American leader at first place on their death list. Rejecting the opportunity to escape, Ramsey withstood unimaginable fear, pain, and loss for three long years. Lieutenant Ramsey's War chronicles a remarkable true story of courage and perseverance.
www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1574880527/thephilippinemar/