Ed Pontaoe
6 Aug 2008

LMAO.

Kidding aside, Sr. Pablo Verzosa, the landing of the primadonna of ’em all, Big Mac, happened in San Fabian, not Lingayen.

That foul odor Big Mac thought was Japanese crap, in reality, a durian (lanky Sutherland was holding it), a fruit that smells like shit, but taste like that you know what.

When MacAttack waded ashore there’re no more bombings in the beachhead because the 8th Army’s headquarters under Lt. Gen. Walter Kruger, was in Calasiao, and Vice Admiral Mischer’s carrier groups controlled the skies.

By the way, 10 army divisions were employed at Lingayen more than at Normandy.

Osmena, Romulo were left at Leyte to fend for themselves. One day glory for the Pinoys was more than enough. The idea was that they were obstructionists in Mac’s photo takers.

And, according to my rat at Big Mac’s advance team, he was already at Moncada the next day, before Old Walter can wipe off his butt in his outhouse in Calasiao.

To his consternation, his command jeep was appropriated from him, Big Mac had four stars he got three.

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