We Filipinos are Mild Drinkers by Alejandro Roces-DIS CRIS

When the Americans recaptured the Philippines, they built an air base a few miles from our barrio. Yankee soldiers became a very common sight. I met a lot of GIs and made many friends. I could not pronounce their names. I could not tell them apart. All Americans looked alike to me. They all looked white. One afternoon I was plowing our rice field with our carabao named datu. I was barefooted and stripped to the waist. My pants that were made from abaca fibers and woven on homemade looms were rolled to