Below are some pictures I took inside the tunnel. The first is the main tunnel, which is 826 feet long, 24 feet wide, and 15 feet high. The other two photos are of two of the many laterals. The tunnels had their own power and water supply, but they were far from pleasant. It was a cool day outside, yet I found the tunnel to be quite stuffy and humid. Imagine having to live in a stuffy tunnel for a month with planes bombarding the outside multiple times each day. Our American nurses went through all that and more, yet today they are largely forgotten.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Day 2: Pictures of Corregidor
Below are some pictures I took inside the tunnel. The first is the main tunnel, which is 826 feet long, 24 feet wide, and 15 feet high. The other two photos are of two of the many laterals. The tunnels had their own power and water supply, but they were far from pleasant. It was a cool day outside, yet I found the tunnel to be quite stuffy and humid. Imagine having to live in a stuffy tunnel for a month with planes bombarding the outside multiple times each day. Our American nurses went through all that and more, yet today they are largely forgotten.
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"Passage—immediate passage! the blood burns in my veins! Away, O soul! hoist instantly the anchor!
Cut the hawsers—haul out—shake out every sail!
Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?
Have we not grovell’d here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes?
Have we not darken’d and dazed ourselves with books long enough?
Sail forth! steer for the deep waters only!
Reckless, O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me;
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.
O my brave soul!
O farther, farther sail!
O daring joy, but safe! Are they not all the seas of God?
O farther, farther, farther sail!"
~Walt Whitman, "Passage to India"
Cut the hawsers—haul out—shake out every sail!
Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?
Have we not grovell’d here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes?
Have we not darken’d and dazed ourselves with books long enough?
Sail forth! steer for the deep waters only!
Reckless, O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me;
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.
O my brave soul!
O farther, farther sail!
O daring joy, but safe! Are they not all the seas of God?
O farther, farther, farther sail!"
~Walt Whitman, "Passage to India"
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