"Have we really stopped them? The President—he must be far away now with the time that we have bought for him. This is our gift not to him but to Filipinas. Honorable Cripple, I am not a patriot. But how do you measure the sacrifice this poor man beside me has made? He lies still, his hands no longer feel. He is so young, so very young—what had life promised to hold for him? Who is the woman he would have made happy, who would have borne his children? Honorable Cripple, you know the answers. And God—do I take Your name in vain? I don’t even know why I am here when I could have run away. It mus be pride, or stubbornness, of which men of the north have plenty. If it is pride, what then can I be proud of? I have nothing to show, nothing which I have built by myself. Why then am I here? I will search the depths and will find nothing there. Nothing but Duty,
Duty,
Duty."
Duty,
Duty."
— p. 227, Po-on by F. Sionil José