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But I also pictured how war-torn, bloody, and violent the place must have been during the war.The island must have been as barren as a dessert – since Americans leave no jungle behind when they occupy a place and since it was bombed so many times in World War II. Dead bodies must have been scattered all over the place.At the end of the day, with everything I’ve learned and experienced, I will always be thankful.Visiting the nation's most war-torn battlefield – the historic island of Corregidor – felt like going to a place that did not move along with time.The very soil I that I was standing on could have been the same spot where a soldier from years ago have been lying as a corpse in.The rooms I was entering in could have housed the dying in the war.Those were the ruins of a structure which our fellow countrymen built, only to have it bombed and attacked, eventually dying in the very walls that were there to protect them. The same feeling stuck with me throughout the entire trip—a mix of amusement with the sites, but also a sense of reflection on what actually took place there.The cannons, the lighthouse, statues, and fallen buildings were all worth seeing, but of course I had my moments of thinking about what they meant for those who actually lived in the time of the war; what they stood for, and what people experienced.
Upon arrival, the tour jeeps were already there waiting for us.
At early in the morning, I met up with my group mates and excitedly, with full energy, we boarded the cruise ship, only to find ourselves fall asleep the moment we hit the cushiony seats.