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MOMMY CHED - 1Lt Dr. Mercedes Cuello Lazaro Musngi, Bacoor Cavite, Cavite (2026)

Name: MOMMY CHED - 1Lt Dr. Mercedes Cuello Lazaro Musngi
Address: Bacoor Cavite, Cavite, PH
Telephone: +639282202592

WARRIOR,MOTHER & WWII UNSUNG HERO

World War II Veteran: Guerilla Combat Medic, Missionary Doctor in Infectious Diseases , Humanitarian, Mental Health Advocate,Spokesperson for Veterans, Christian Preacher of GOD's Love

TRAVELING MINI MUSEUM

1923 - 2024

31/08/2026

NATIONAL HEROES DAY 2026: HONORING THE HEROES WHO FOUGHT, AND STRENGTHENING THE HEROES WHO CONTINUE TO SERVE

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This National Heroes Day became one of those days that I know I will carry in my heart for a very long time. We gathered nearly 300 ministers, pastors, Christian clergy, church workers, and faith leaders from different churches, denominations, and religious groups for a special The Mind Warriors – Project KALASAG Conference. They came from different communities, backgrounds, and traditions, but for those precious hours, we were united by one calling: to strengthen the people who spend so much of their lives strengthening everyone else.

Sometimes, we forget that the people standing behind the pulpit are human too. Pastors carry stories that many people will never hear. They sit beside hospital beds, comfort grieving families, counsel marriages that are falling apart, pray with people who have lost hope, respond during disasters, bury the dead, encourage the broken, and carry the burdens of their congregations. Somehow, after carrying all of these things, they are still expected to stand before everyone and say, “Have faith. Keep going.” Yet there is a question we do not ask often enough: who strengthens the ones who are always expected to be strong?

That was one of the reasons this gathering mattered so deeply to me. Through The Mind Warriors – Project KALASAG, I had the privilege of teaching our pastors and ministers about trauma-informed mental health education, resilience, the unseen wounds that people carry, and how leaders and communities can respond with greater compassion, understanding, and wisdom. Mental health education does not have to stand against faith. When approached with humility, compassion, and truth, it can help us understand more deeply how to care for the whole person, not only the spirit, but also the mind, the body, the family, and the community.

Then my mother stood before them and preached, and watching her speak made the day even more personal and emotional for me. Behind her message stood the story of her own mother, my great-grandmother, 1st Lt. Dr. Mercedes “Mommy Ched” Cuello Lazaro Musngi. Mommy Ched lived through a war that took so much from an entire generation. She served as a guerrilla combat medic during World War II, tending to the wounded while carrying wounds of her own. She saw suffering that many of us today could barely imagine, yet when the war ended, her battles did not simply disappear. She later became a widow, raised seven children through poverty and hardship, endured loss after loss, and still chose to keep serving God, her family, and other people for the rest of her life.

Her story constantly reminds me that heroism does not always look like a monument, a medal, or a name written in a history book. Sometimes heroism looks like a mother refusing to give up even when everything around her has fallen apart. Sometimes it looks like a soldier carrying a wounded brother through danger. Sometimes it looks like a pastor continuing to pray for another family while quietly carrying his own pain. Heroism is simply choosing, one more time, to serve.

One of the most moving moments of the entire gathering came when we stood together to salute Mommy Ched and the countless unsung heroes of our nation, especially those whose names may never appear in books or monuments, but whose courage, sacrifice, and quiet service helped build the Philippines we inherited today. Leading that salute was a pastor who had also served as a soldier and veteran. There was something incredibly powerful about seeing a man who had served both God and country standing before hundreds of fellow pastors and ministers, leading them in honoring another generation of men and women who had once fought for our freedom.

For a moment, I simply looked around the room and became emotional. There before us were different generations and different forms of service meeting in one place. There was the soldier and the pastor, the mother and the healer, the veteran and the minister. There were those who once fought battles with rifles and bandages, and there were those fighting the quieter battles of our generation against trauma, hopelessness, broken families, grief, loneliness, fear, and despair. Their uniforms may be different and their battlefields may have changed, but the heart of service remains the same: to stand when others are falling, to protect when others are vulnerable, to serve even when service costs something, and to remind another human being that there is still hope.

This is why remembering our heroes must become more than simply looking backward. If their sacrifices are to mean something, then their courage must teach us how to live today. We honor those who fought for our freedom when we use that freedom to build communities where people do not have to suffer in silence. Perhaps one of the greatest ways we can honor the generation of Mommy Ched is to make sure that the heroes still serving among us today, our soldiers, pastors, ministers, frontliners, caregivers, mothers, fathers, teachers, and community leaders, also know that they deserve to be strengthened, heard, and cared for.

As I watched that room filled with nearly 300 faith leaders standing together, I realized something beautiful. Maybe National Heroes Day is not only about asking, “Who were our heroes?” Maybe it should also compel us to ask, “What kind of people will we become because they lived?”

My mother challenged all the ministers in the room, "Have you taught our Churches not just to love GOD, but to love our country?"

And the room fell silent, you can almost hear a pin drop.

Mommy Ched’s generation carried the Philippines through war. Now it is our turn to carry one another through the battles of our own generation.

May we become a nation that remembers, a church that teaches patriotism in our congregations as duty, a community that listens, and a generation that heals. May we become people courageous enough to carry forward the faith, compassion, resilience, sacrifice, and love of country that our heroes entrusted to us.

To Mommy Ched, to our veterans, to our fallen heroes, to the mothers and fathers whose sacrifices were never recorded, and to every unsung Filipino minister/pastor/clergu who quietly chose duty to faith over comfort and service over self, we remember you, we salute you, and we promise to keep carrying the light forward.

Almost Forgotten, Forever Remembered.

For God. For Country. For the people we are called to serve.

31/08/2026

🇵🇭🎬 HAPPY NATIONAL HEROES DAY 2026 🎬🇵🇭
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WATCH UNTIL THE END. THIS SHORT TRAILER HOLDS A VERY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT.

Today, on National Heroes Day, I wanted to create something more than just a greeting. I wanted to create a small glimpse into the world we have been carrying in our hearts for almost two years. Hidden within this short trailer is an announcement that marks perhaps the biggest step we have ever taken for Almost Forgotten, Forever Remembered.

When I look at these characters standing beneath our Philippine flag, I do not simply see drawings. I see generations. I see the Filipino guerrilla who fought through mountains, fields, towns, and forests with little more than courage, faith, and the determination to see his country free. I see the women whose stories were so often left between the lines of history, women who carried messages, medicine, food, wounded soldiers, children, and sometimes the future of entire families upon their shoulders.

I see Mommy Ched, standing among them, representing not only her own story, but the thousands of Filipinos whose names may never appear in monuments or textbooks, yet whose sacrifices helped carry this nation through war. I see the Filipino and Allied servicemen who crossed oceans, beaches, jungles, and battlefields. Above them flies the flag they fought for, while beside it, the dove reminds us that after all the bloodshed, loss, hatred, and suffering of war, the greatest victory humanity can still fight for is peace.

They came from different places. They spoke different languages. They wore different uniforms. Some became famous, but most never did. Yet together, they became part of the story of our freedom.

Two years ago, we dared to begin drawing that story. Then we dared to turn those drawings into a comic book. Page by page and panel by panel, we watched people begin to discover these forgotten stories again. Soldiers read it, veterans held it, children opened its pages, and teachers, historians, families, civilians, and members of our Armed Forces carried it with them.

Almost everywhere we went, people kept telling us the same thing: “You have to make this into a movie.” At first, it felt impossible, but perhaps many dreams begin that way. After hearing that request again and again from civilians and military personnel alike, we finally decided to listen. And now, with God's help, we are daring to dream even bigger.

THE AFFRS ANIMATED SHORT FILM IS OFFICIALLY IN DEVELOPMENT FOR 2027!!!!!

The work has already begun. We are drawing, drafting, developing scenes, studying animation, experimenting, testing, learning, and piecing together the software and tools necessary to slowly bring the world of AFFRS from still illustrations into motion. We know there is still an enormous road ahead of us. We are still learning, still building, and still discovering what is possible, but every frame will be created with one purpose in mind: to remember.

This will not simply be about making an animated film. It will be about allowing another generation to see history breathe again. To hear the footsteps of soldiers approaching, to feel the fear of a family hiding during war, to understand what sacrifice truly meant, and to witness ordinary Filipinos placed in extraordinary circumstances choosing courage when their country needed them most.

And perhaps, somewhere among those watching, a child will realize something important: heroism did not end in 1945. The heroes of yesterday left something behind for us. A responsibility, a memory, a country, and a story that we must continue.

So please stay with us. In the months ahead, we hope to share this journey with you through our sketches, behind-the-scenes drawings, character developments, animation experiments, production updates, historical research, and many surprises as we slowly make our way toward 2027.

To every soldier, veteran, civilian, student, teacher, historian, family, partner, supporter, and friend who looked at our comic and told us, “Make this into a movie,” this announcement belongs to you too. You persuaded us to aim higher. You reminded us that these stories deserved another life. And perhaps this is only the beginning.

From an almost forgotten story, to hand-drawn pages, and soon, to a moving screen.

May we never become a nation that enjoys its freedom while forgetting those who paid for it. May we remember their names, tell their stories, and carry their courage forward. Above all, may everything we create continue to honor God, country, and those who came before us.

May we not only remember our heroes, but learn from them. And in God's perfect time, may each of us also become the kind of hero our family, our community, and our nation need.

To the remembered and the almost forgotten, we salute you.

🇵🇭🇵🇭 🇵🇭 HAPPY NATIONAL HEROES DAY 2026! 🇵🇭🇵🇭 🇵🇭

🎬 THE AFFRS ANIMATED SHORT FILM

COMING NEXT YEAR 2027

The Almost Forgotten, Now Forever Remembered.
A World War II Epic Saga.

Never forget our nation's unsung heroes! To our veterans, soldiers, families, frontliners, community servants, and everyday Filipinos who continue to sacrifice, serve, protect, and love our nation quietly, we remember you, we thank you, and we salute you. And in God's perfect time, may each of us also become the kind of hero our family, community, and nation need.

🇵🇭 To the remembered and the almost forgotten, we salute you.

Happy National Heroes Day!

31/08/2026

🇵🇭✨ HAPPY NATIONAL HEROES DAY 2026 ✨🇵🇭

THIS DAY MARKS A SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT:
FROM THE PAGES OF AFFRS TO THE SCREEN

Today, as our nation remembers the heroes whose courage, sacrifice, faith, and love of country helped shape the Philippines we have inherited, we are finally ready to share something that has been quietly growing in our hearts for a very long time.

For almost two years, Almost Forgotten, Forever Remembered has been a journey of drawing, researching, listening, remembering, crying, praying, and putting together one piece of history at a time. What began with the story of one almost forgotten Filipina World War II veteran became something far greater than we ever imagined. It became a story carried by veterans, soldiers, families, students, teachers, historians, pastors, civilians, and people who simply believed that the sacrifices of our heroes deserve to live beyond the pages of history books.

And again and again, wherever we brought AFFRS, we kept hearing the same request.

“Make this into a movie. Please make this into a movie. Our country needs it. The young generation needs to know this.”

From hundreds to eventually thousands of civilians to members of our Armed Forces, from young students encountering these stories for the first time to men and women in uniform who saw pieces of themselves in the courage of those who came before them, so many of you asked us to bring AFFRS to life.

First through comics, and a movie.

We listened. Now.

And on this National Heroes Day 2026, we are finally saying it.

🎬🇵🇭 THE AFFRS ANIMATED SHORT FILM IS COMING SOON IN 2027!!!!

Today, we honor not only the heroes whose names are written in history, but also the unsung heroes who were almost forgotten by time.

To our veterans, soldiers, families, frontliners, community servants, and everyday Filipinos who continue to sacrifice, serve, protect, and love our nation quietly, we remember you, we thank you, and we salute you.

Mommy Ched's story reminds us that heroes are not always found in monuments or history books. Sometimes, they are ordinary people who simply chose courage, faith, and service when their moment came.

May we not only remember our heroes, but learn from them.

And in God's perfect time, may each of us also become the kind of hero our family, community, and nation need.

🇵🇭 To the remembered and the almost forgotten, we salute you.

Happy National Heroes Day!

31/08/2026

RELIEF MISSION AND A PREVIEW OF AFFRS BOOK 2

We were on our way to Pampanga and Tarlac when we heard more stories about the devastation left by the recent storms and flooding in Hagonoy and Calumpit, Bulacan. Homes had been flooded, belongings and livelihoods were damaged, and families were once again trying to rebuild after the waters came. In the middle of all this were women who were still expected to keep standing for everyone else, female pastors and ministers, women frontliners, community leaders, mothers, daughters and sisters who continued comforting, praying for, feeding and helping other people even while their own families were affected.

So this time, we held a small disaster relief and outreach mission especially for them. It was not a grand mission. We simply brought what we could, food, canned goods, basic necessities and a warm meal to share. More than anything, we wanted to spend time with these women, listen to them, pray with them and remind them that those who are always caring for everyone else also need moments when someone cares for them.

That afternoon became much more emotional than we expected. For the very first time, we showed a sneak preview of an unfinished page from AFFRS Part 2: Almost Forgotten, Forever Remembered. If the first part of AFFRS tells the story of Mommy Ched during World War II, as a young guerrilla medic surrounded by war, sacrifice and survival, Part 2 enters a much quieter kind of battlefield. It is the story of what happened after the war, when the gunfire had stopped but hardship had not. It follows her years as a widow, her struggles with poverty and loss, and the enormous responsibility of raising seven children when life had already taken so much from her.

The artwork was not even finished yet. It was only a draft panel, but when we showed it to them, something changed in the room. The image showed Mommy Ched no longer as the young wartime heroine, but as a mother years later, carrying the weight of her children and a life that had become terribly uncertain.

Then my Mom began to tell the story of Super Typhoon Dading. Her eyes slowly filled with tears as she remembered those years when their family had so little. She remembered Mommy Ched trying to protect all seven of her children during the storm as they clung tightly around her. My mother was one of those children. She remembered the fear, the uncertainty and what it meant to look at their mother and trust that somehow she would keep them safe.

Mommy Ched had already survived a world war. She had cared for wounded soldiers, lived through occupation and liberation and witnessed suffering that no young woman should ever have had to see. Yet years later, she faced another kind of battle. She was a widow with seven children, very little money and no husband beside her, trying to keep her family fed, protected and together through poverty, disaster and uncertainty.

As my Mom spoke, the room grew quiet, and when I looked around, tears were filling their eyes too. Every woman there was somebody's mother, daughter or sister. Every one of them belonged to a family and knew what it felt like to worry about the people they loved. Some had experienced flooding themselves. Some were carrying concerns for their children, parents, churches, neighbors and communities. They knew what it meant to be afraid while somebody else was looking to them for courage. They knew what it meant to be hurting and yet still get up because somebody needed their help.

For those few moments, Mommy Ched was no longer simply a woman from history. They saw something of themselves in her. Perhaps this is one of the most beautiful and powerful things about art. A historical record can tell us that a typhoon happened. A document can tell us that a woman became a widow. A biography can tell us that she raised seven children. But sometimes it takes one drawing, one expression, one picture of frightened children holding tightly to their mother, for history to stop feeling distant. Suddenly, you do not simply know what happened. You feel it.

That unfinished comic page somehow crossed the decades between one mother's storm and the storms these women were facing today. It reminded us that courage does not always look like standing on a battlefield. Sometimes courage is a mother trying not to cry because seven children are watching her. Sometimes it is a pastor comforting her congregation while worrying about her own home. Sometimes it is a community leader distributing help while her own family is also recovering. Sometimes courage is simply waking up the next morning and deciding that you will keep going.

And so we prayed. We prayed for Hagonoy and Calumpit and for every family recovering from the recent storms. We prayed for the many flood-prone communities throughout the Philippines who enter every typhoon season wondering whether the water will rise again, whether their homes will be spared, and whether they will have to begin again from nothing.

We prayed for mothers trying to keep their children calm, for fathers rebuilding what was lost, for the elderly and the children, for responders and volunteers, for pastors and ministers, and for the community workers who continue helping others even while they themselves are tired. We prayed that our communities may become safer and stronger and that those entrusted with protecting our people may serve with integrity, wisdom and compassion, so that natural disasters are not made more painful by neglected communities, weak systems and failures that could have been prevented.

Then came one of the simplest but sweetest moments of the afternoon. We began handing them the relief items, and after all the tears and all the heavy stories, we finally saw their smiles. Some held their bags close. Some laughed with one another. Some thanked us again and again even though what we had brought was simple. Seeing their faces soften into smiles reminded us that hope does not always arrive in dramatic ways. Sometimes it comes through a bag of groceries, a shared meal, a prayer, an embrace, a story, or simply knowing that somebody remembered you.

I knew that the food would eventually be eaten, the canned goods would be opened, the rice and necessities would be used, and someday those bags would be empty. That is what they are for. But I pray that something else will remain long after everything inside those bags is gone.

I pray they remember the image of a widowed mother standing in the middle of a storm with seven children clinging to her. I pray they remember that Mommy Ched was once frightened too, that she became tired, and that there were days when she could not possibly have known how everything would turn out. And yet, by the grace of God, she kept going.

Perhaps that is one of the deepest messages of AFFRS Part 2. Some of life's hardest battles begin after the war is supposedly over. They happen inside homes, inside families, inside grieving hearts and inside ordinary people who keep moving even when life has asked far too much of them. Perhaps that is also why an unfinished drawing brought tears to that room, because those women knew exactly what it meant to carry others while carrying burdens of their own.

But that afternoon did not end in sadness. It ended with prayer, with relief bags in their hands and smiles slowly returning to their faces. It ended with women reminding one another that storms pass, communities rise again and there is still kindness in this world. Most of all, it ended with hope.

The relief goods will eventually be consumed, but we pray that the story will remain. We pray that the encouragement will remain. We pray that the prayers spoken in that room will continue to surround their families through every typhoon season yet to come. Above everything else, we pray that they remember this: the love of our LORD remains when the waters rise. It remains when the house is damaged, when the future feels uncertain, and even when the strongest woman finally allows herself to cry.

To the mothers, daughters, sisters, pastors, frontliners and community leaders of Hagonoy and Calumpit, may you know that you are remembered, your tears are seen, your service matters, and your stories matter. May the same God who carried Mommy Ched and her seven children through their storms continue to carry you, your families, and our beloved Philippines through ours. A🙏🇵🇭

31/08/2026

AFFRS ROAD TRIP SERIES: A HEART-TO-HEART AT BAMBAN WWII MUSEUM

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Bamban WWII Museum / Bamban Historical Society
No. 6 Bamban Museum Compound, Rizal Avenue, Brgy. Lourdes, Bamban, Tarlac

I think I found one of my favorite World War II museums. ❤️

The moment I entered the Bamban WWII Museum with my Dad (the very first person after Mommy Ched who introduced me to the world of World War II) and my little brother Spartacus, my eyes honestly did not know where to look first. There were helmets, guns, battlefield relics, old photographs, documents, uniforms, maps, Japanese and American artifacts, dioramas, and pieces recovered from the actual battlefields around Bamban. My history-loving heart was jumping. I felt like a child walking into a candy shop, except my "candies" were WWII artifacts. 😂

But by the time we left, it was not the artifacts that stayed with me most. It was Sir Rhonie Dela Cruz and his stories.

Sir Rhonie founded the Bamban WWII Museum in 2005 and has spent years researching and preserving the wartime history of Bamban and its surrounding battlefields. This history is also deeply personal to his family. His grandfather, 2nd Lt. Mauricio Cauguiran, was a USAFFE guerrilla officer who was captured and killed during the Japanese occupation. Maybe that is why when Sir Rhonie tells history, it does not feel like someone simply reciting dates and battles. You feel the people behind them.

We sat down and listened as he shared story after story, and what struck me most was how he told the war from different perspectives: Filipino, American, Aeta, and Japanese. There was no attempt to erase what happened to our people or lessen the brutality and suffering of the war. But there was also something I rarely encounter in WWII museums: reconciliation and forgiveness.

The museum remembers Filipino heroes and guerrillas, but it also preserves Japanese stories and has welcomed Japanese families searching for what happened to fathers and grandfathers who never came home. That stayed with me deeply. After more than eighty years, perhaps remembrance should not teach another generation whom to hate. It should teach us what war costs ordinary human beings, why peace matters, and why we must never allow these stories to disappear.

Then it was our turn to share. I brought out THE AFFRS Comic Books and told Sir Rhonie about Mommy Ched, 1st Lt. Dr. Mercedes Cuello Lazaro Musngi, her life as a young Filipina guerrilla combat medic, and why we are trying to tell WWII stories again for a generation that never experienced the war. Before leaving, we donated a copy of THE AFFRS to the Bamban WWII Museum. ❤️

Somewhere between talking about veterans, history, museums, comics, nonprofit work, and the responsibility of keeping all of this alive, our conversation became something much more personal. It became a heart-to-heart between a historian who has carried this torch for decades and someone from a younger generation who is still learning how heavy that torch can sometimes become.

Sir Rhonie reminded me to take care of my health. He reminded me that this work will not always be easy, that there will be sacrifices, challenges, and times when there is very little money in work like this, especially when both of our organizations are trying to serve rather than simply earn. But through all of that, he encouraged me to continue, to carry the torch, to remember why we started, and to keep passing the stories of our veterans to the next generation.

I tried very hard not to cry while listening to him. 🥹 There was something incredibly comforting about hearing those words from someone who understands what it means to spend years protecting stories that could so easily disappear.

We may belong to different generations, but somewhere in that conversation, I realized we are carrying something very similar: their valor, their names, their photographs, their stories, and their unfinished memories. We carry them because someday we will no longer be here either, and someone younger will have to pick them up from us.

Sir Rhonie, thank you for opening your museum to us, for sharing your stories so generously, and especially for the wisdom you shared with me personally. I went home thinking about our conversation long after we left Bamban, and I know I will remember your words whenever this road becomes difficult.

I pray that God gives both of us the health, strength, resources, and years we need to continue carrying this torch.

To everyone who loves Philippine history, please visit the Bamban WWII Museum. Do not rush through it. Look closely at the artifacts, ask questions, and most especially, listen to Sir Rhonie tell the stories. Learn about the Filipino guerrillas and soldiers, the Aeta warriors, the Americans, the Japanese, and the civilians whose lives became intertwined on these battlefields.

Because perhaps the greatest thing a museum can preserve is not an artifact. It is our capacity to remember without hatred, honor without forgetting, forgive without erasing the truth, and pass the lessons of war to those who will inherit the peace.

We came to Bamban carrying Mommy Ched's story, but we left carrying a little of Sir Rhonie's story too. And that is one conversation I know I will never forget. 🇵🇭

24/08/2026

A VERY SPECIAL AFFR MOMENT WITH THE COMMANDING GENERAL OF THE PHILIPPINE ARMY AND THE GENERAL OF CMO, PHILIPPINE ARMY
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Of all the many beautiful photos from the Philippine Army CMOR’s founding anniversary, I am especially grateful that this one was shared.

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This moment was actually a surprise to me.

In the middle of the celebration, Brig. Gen. Marces “Mars” Gayat called for me and gave me the opportunity to personally present a copy of AFFR: Almost Forgotten, Forever Remembered to Lt. Gen. Donald M. Gumiran, Commanding General of the Philippine Army.

I remember walking forward with AFFR in my hands, feeling very small and very humbled.

And then Sir Donald saw the book.

His genuine surprise, curiosity, and happiness when I handed it to him made the moment even more unforgettable. He told me he was looking forward to reading it, and those simple words meant so much to me as the young artist and storyteller behind this work.

But what made that copy even more personal was the dedication I wrote inside.

I wrote that I hoped AFFR would touch his heart not only through the stories of our World War II veterans, but also through the deeper message behind our work: the need to care for the minds and hearts of the soldiers who serve our country today.

I shared my hope that he would see the importance of trauma-informed mental health education, resilience against PTSD, and greater awareness of our World War II history among our soldiers.

Because for me, remembrance and mental health have always been connected.

When we study the men and women who survived war, we do not only learn about battles and victories. We also begin to understand the invisible wounds soldiers can carry....the grief, fear, moral injury, loss, and memories that may remain long after the fighting ends.

And perhaps by remembering yesterday’s warriors more deeply, we can learn how to care for today’s warriors better.

AFFR began as something deeply personal...a promise to never forget Mommy Ched's stories... a very intimate family story that represented the nation's unspoken chapter of great resilience, a promise to remember, and a desire to make sure the sacrifices of our veterans would not disappear with time.

I never imagined that one day I would be standing inside the Philippine Army, placing those stories
and that very message into the hands of its Commanding General.

Thank you, Lt. Gen. Gumiran, for receiving AFFR with such warmth. Sir, I truly hope our paths cross again someday. I would be deeply honored to hear what you thought after reading it.

And thank you, Brig. Gen. Gayat, for calling me forward and creating this unexpected moment. Your kindness toward a young civilian artist, educational advocate and our patriotic mission means more than you know..

For our veterans.

For our soldiers today.

For the generations who will come after us.

And always, for the Philippines. 🇵🇭

Maraming maraming salamat po, Sirs!!! ❤️

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