We are met today on hallowed grounds. The earth under our feet once bore the footsteps of heroes and martyrs. The walls around us once resounded to the marching of conquering armies, the painful whish of the whiplash, the shouting of tyrants and the groaning of their helpless victims. These walls once shielded the might of foreign masters - Spaniards, British, Americans and Japanese - from the attacks of their enemies. They have crumbled down on various occasions due to the fury of the elements or the destructive onslaught of war, but they have always been restored, mostly for military purposes.