Isla Corregidor…

One hot summer day, after an hour boat ride, we reached the island.

The ruins, echoes the richness of the battle that  happened May 1942.  Scattered on the island are different tombstones, memorials, busts and markers of the sad past.  The souls of soldiers whose lives were given in a war which I believe no one won.  No Filipino, Japanese or American won in that war.image image image image image image image image
The tunnel, dark and eerie.  The last fortress where no one survived.
The lighthouse, old but standing brave.  Reminiscent of what has been a true guide to anyone lost.
The fire trees, beautifully became our back drop.  They are too beautiful to be ignored.
The island – old, sad, ruined and yet so beautiful.
Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s