Postscripts To a Bloodbath in Quirino Grand Stand, Manila Philippines

A SWAT member rescued one of the 15 hostages left in the hi-jacked tourist bus.

"I fear for how the hostage siege came to an end

and what could it bring.

I fear for my love ones.

I fear for my family.

I fear for my country men.

And I fear for our country."

- Pinknote

The following Postscripts is said to be written by a survivor in the hostage taking in a Hong Kong Tourist Bus by ex-cop Mr. Rolando Mendoza yesterday, August 23, 2010 in Quirino Grandstand Metro Manila, Philippines. The Hong Kong tourists were said to be visiting Manila Ocean Park that day, as they were going back to Hong Kong at 7:30 PM the same day.

What had happened saddened every Filipinos. Even my family condemned the system we had here in the Philippines. It all started with a bad treatment and dismissal by the force Mr. Mendoza is in to, the Philippine National Police. And as we all clearly saw, they also had a very very bad training as they tried to cease the hostage siege - it was soo slow and without specialized equipment. If only they took precautions, maybe it never last for 12 hours. If only they did not anticipate that everything is going to be alright. In times like this, we all have to lift everything to God. I hope no innocent people would be hurt and could die after this incident. I hope the domino effect that it will create is less bloody. May God always be with us all.

*Media confirms that there is no survivor named Bang Lu Min. This account is fiction.

Postcripts To A BloodBath

Mr. Mendoza was already upset even before he saw on television what the policemen did to his brother. The other tourists who remained inside the bus were complaining. Wei Ji Jiang wanted to go to the bathroom. Dao Chi Yu was hungry and the rest were just groaning and whining like they have forgotten that our lives rest in Mr. Mendoza's hands.

The hostage taker, as you know him was really nice. He treated us okay and even let the elders and the children leave the bus. He said your policemen treated him unfairly. He was a policeman too and was accused of doing something he had no knowledge of. But your government didn't listen so he used us to get everyone's attention.

Things would have never turned for the worst if he didn't see how his family was dragged out of their house and taken into custody. He was watching the news all the time as we huddled around each other behind the bus. He shouted some words in your language then started shooting in the air. A girl about my age started screaming. Mr. Mendoza demanded her to stop but she didn't understand English. God, he had to slash her neck with a knife just to put her to rest. Her boyfriend who tried to hit him was shot in the head.

Tension was rising. You can see in his face how scared and confused he was. The bus driver ran away leaving him alone with strangers from a distant land. I can see him walking across the aisle, sometimes pointing his machine gun to one of the tourists. But he tried his best not to hurt us, especially those who really cooperate.

I guess its in your nature not to inflict pain on others unless it was necessary. I remember him saying that he will free us before sundown and implored us to forget everything when we return home. But his words don't matter now. The policemen were trying to force their way in, while we all lied down to shield ourselves from bullets. Mister Mendoza blindly shoots at his enemies which I think kept them from rescuing us. I hear sobs under the chairs. Some were even shouting the names of their loved ones even when the air merely eat their words. Kevin Tang tried to escape when the glass door was was shattered, but one shot and he slumped on the floor with blood gushing from his mouth.

Heavy rain pitter-pattered on the rooftop. In old Chinese saying, it means an end to a struggle. Finally, somebody was able to open the escape hatch at the back of the bus. Freedom. But I knew Mister Mendoza was still alive. I knew he was just waiting for a chance to strike back at his enemies. So I told those around me not to escape. Let the authorities come for us instead. Then there was gunfire. He was firing at his enemies with a machine gun. Those who were at the escape hatch fled abandoning us once again. It's like a nightmare with no end and to wake up means a certain death. Then somebody from outside the bus threw a canister. It forced out a black smoke that is so painful to the eyes and putrid smelling to the nose. People started screaming. We cannot breathe. Some ran in front of the bus but Mister Mendoza warned them of stray bullets. It was too late. One was hit on the head, the other was hit on the shoulders. Bullets were now flying. Its like the authorities thought we were all dead. Mister Mendoza finally admits his mistake and said sorry to everyone, dead or alive. He then ran towards the front of the bus where he would meet his maker. As he passed by my chair with bullets whistling overhead, I clutched my hand on the velvet curtain and wrapped it around my face. All I could think of was to stay alive - for my child who is waiting for me back in Xinjang. I know I will survive,

I will come home.

Bang Lu Min

Survivor, Quirino Bloodbath

Ah... the Hong Kong nationals only wanna see the beauty of our country, but what fate had brought them? May the souls of those who died rest in peace and may the souls of those concern in the incident be at peace to. God bless the Philippines. May God bless us all.

Credits to Supersawsaw for the Poscripts. [Update: the poscripts' already remove from supersawsaw since the media and authorities said no one from hostages was named Bang Lu Min. Therefore, the Postscripts To A Bloodbath is fake.]

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