After my brain could think more clearly, and after what I did completely sunk in… It made me realize how cruel man can be to their fellow men. I was able to cover the distance of the Death March with the best support, and yet I had a very, very difficult time. I couldn’t fathom how all those soldiers were made to do this in the worst conditions possible. They were battle-scarred, hungry, sick, exhausted… Still they were forced to do this. For those soldiers, quitting had meant death.
I would like to thank…
- all the brave soldiers, past and present, dead or living – who have fought, or are continually fighting, for our freedom allowing me to join a race such as the Bataan 102;
- to BaldRunner – for sharing to us his dream; and
- to Jonel Mendoza – who if not for his company and support team, I would never had a chance to survive and finish.