Our Family's Story of Survival as POWs in the Philippines: A World War II Memoir
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Our Family's Story of Survival as POWs in the Philippines - Pamela Brink
©2021 Pamela J. Brink
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Cover photo Photograph with Rescued Prisoners
used by permission of Lou Gopal
Print ISBN: 978-1-09839-304-5
eBook ISBN: 978-1-09839-305-2
Also by Pamela J. Brink
Brink, Pamela J., ed. Transcultural Nursing: A Book of Readings, Prentice-Hall, 1976. Reissued by Waveland Press, 1990.
Pamela J. Brink, Robert A. Brink, John W. Brink, Only by the Grace of God: One family’s story of survival during World War II as prisoners of war in the Philippines, 2016, Archway.
Brink, Pamela J. Patientology: Toward a Study of Patients. Create Space, 2017.
Brink, Pamela J. An Academic Nurse’s Tale: Triumphs, Tribulations and Travels, Archway, 2021.
Brink, Pamela J. My Love Affair with German Shepherd Dogs. Archway. 2021.
With Marilynn J. Wood
Basic Steps in Planning Nursing Research: From Question to Proposal, Jones & Bartlett, 1988.
Advanced Design in Nursing Research, Sage, 1998.
Brink, Pamela J., Robert A. Brink, and John W. Brink. Our Family’s Story of Survival as POWs in the Philippines: A World War II Memoir.
Contents
Dedication
List of Illustrations
Preface—Pam
Acknowledgments
Bill’s Timeline and Synopsis of the Major Events in Our Lives
Chapter 1 In the Beginning
Bill’s Description of Family Life Prewar
Bob’s Description of Family Life Prewar
Pam’s Description of Family Life Prewar
Chapter 2 War Comes to Cebu
Bill’s Memories
Bob’s Memories
Pam’s Memories
Chapter 3 The Day the Soldiers Came
Bill’s Memory
Bob’s Memory
Pam’s Memory
Chapter 4 The Trip from Montalongon to Cebu
Bill’s Memoir
Bob’s Memoir
Pam’s Memoir
Chapter 5 Our Lives as Prisoners of War Begins
Bill’s Story
Bob’s Story
Pam’s Story
Chapter 6 Life Aboard a Japanese Troop Ship
Bill’s Notes
Bob’s Notes
Pam’s Notes
Chapter 7 Santo Tomas Internment Camp
Bill’s Story
Bob’s Story
Pam’s Story
Chapter 8 Our Lives at Los Baños
Bill’s Recall
Bob’s Recall
Pam’s Recall
Chapter 9 We Are Rescued by the Grace of God
Bill’s Story
Bob’s Story
Pam’s Story
Chapter 10 New Bilibid and Being Sent Home on a Hospital Ship
Bill’s Memories
Bob’s Memories
Pam’s Memories
Chapter 11 Becoming Americans
Bob’s Story
Pam’s Story
Chapter 12 The Rest of the Story
References and Resources
Documentation
Nov. 27, 1939
Sept. 6, 1941
November 25, 1942
DATE. August 11, 1943
Feb 24, 1945
Mar. 1, 1945
September 16, 1945
Memoir of Claire Wislizenus
Dedication
In loving gratitude to our parents, who protected us as best they could:
Myron Edgar Brink and Maude Elizabeth Rice Brink
To Mother’s sister, Mabel F. Rice
and
Mother’s mother, Jennie Doty Rice,
Who gave us a home, as well as financial and emotional support when we needed it most,
and
To all our friends who shared these experiences with us
List of Illustrations
Maude and Myron Brink with Leonard and Rebecca (Billie) Self at a costume party
The three mothers
Mother’s social circle
The three fathers
Dad with Guapa
Bill and Bob with Jack and Betty Padgett on a Banca
Liloan Beach Club
Bob in his devil’s costume with Pam and Bill
The Brink, Padgett, and Cleland children
Jack Padgett and Bill waiting for their joint birthday party to begin
The joint birthday party in full swing
Children of the American School at the radio station, August, 1940
On the front steps of our house in Montalongon
My parents’ wedding party in Cebu
Mother and Dad as newlyweds
Our house on Opon
At poolside
The Brink and Mulaney Children at Montalongon
The Junior College
The shanties at Santo Thomas
Map of Los Baños, including both the Holy City
and Hell’s Half Acre
Our barracks are set on fire at Los Baños
Bill, Bob, and Pam at the Grand Canyon, 1949
The last time we were together
Preface—Pam
This is the story of one event in the life of one family—an event told by the three surviving children of that family. The event: the experience of being prisoners of war under the Japanese, in the Philippines, during World War II. Each of us wrote a memoir. The events are the same, but the memories differ in detail. The significance of each event differs. Some things are detailed in one memoir that are absent or covered superficially in another. Other memories contradict each other, and there is no way now to clarify those incidents. The memories have faded, perhaps distorted over the years, but the impact is still felt. No member of the family kept a journal or diary. There are some letters written before and after the war that the recipients saved and later sent back to us. They are included. Photographs sent to relatives are all that document a lifestyle before the war.
Our rescue from the Los Baños prison camp is well documented. It was an enormously successful strategic military operation, preserved in books and on film and taught in military academies. For the internees, it was also enormously successful, as none lost their lives during the raid.
When we returned home, all that people wanted to hear about was atrocities. They were not interested in slow, deliberate starvation. Stories about civilian internees in the Pacific could not compete with Jewish stories of the horrors of the German Holocaust. Our stories were compared to theirs and were not horrific enough to hold anyone’s attention. Our stories were ignored. The war in the Pacific had less meaning than the war with Germany. So we stopped sharing our experiences.
These memoirs have been written for the sake of historical documentation. They are the stories by the children caught up in that war.
None of us knew the other had written a memoir. Bill’s was discovered after his death. His are brief but probably the most accurate of the three. Bob’s is full of detail, naming people I had forgotten. He was a gifted writer but could not participate in any revisions, as he died three months before Bill. I am the only one left to tell our story.
Bob wrote a good introduction to our family, who we were and how we came to be in the Philippines. I wrote another, slightly different, version of the family history.
Bill was the oldest child. He was thirteen when we were captured, so his memories are probably more accurate than either Bob’s or mine. His memory of the day the soldiers came to our house and took our father prisoner, and the subsequent events leading to us eventually joining him in the city jail, are the gold standard of that experience. Bob and I have different versions, which are distorted by the eyes of fearful children.
Our stories are told in chronological order; the events are listed in a timeline by Bill. Each event is described: first using Bill’s notes, then Bob’s, and then mine. I have appended letters and documents that validate our memories. I am grateful to those relatives who had saved our letters.
My version of these events is a child’s story of a period in my childhood, and as such has all the inaccuracies and distortions of a child. If my brothers had ever read my version, they would have said, No! That’s not at all what happened. You’ve got it wrong.
I have found over the years that all of us have distorted memories. We tend to remember an event that had some personal meaning for us, and we only remember our perception or interpretation of the event, not the actual event itself.
Acknowledgments
I am unendingly grateful to Dorci Leara for her friendship and editing skills. Her constant support and patience throughout the development of the original manuscript is gratefully acknowledged.
Bill’s Timeline
and Synopsis of the Major Events in Our Lives
1941
December 8—taken from school and evacuated to Montalongon
1942
April 20—Dad taken by the Japanese from Montalongon
May 3—rest of us to Cebu prison
May 16—left jail for junior college
October 13—left junior college for Filipino Country Club
Dec 14—loaded on Japanese freighter
Dec 19—arrived in Manila and Santo Thomas
1944
April 7—transferred to Los Baños
1945
February 23—rescued by Eleventh Airborne, Third Cavalry, and guerillas
Bang, clang, bang! Three shots through a galvanized iron roof. March of ’42. Great way to wake a thirteen-year-old from an afternoon siesta. We looked out a window of our cabin in the mountains to see a company of Japanese approaching. We had watched their landing on the beach of southern Cebu two weeks earlier.
Braat, braat, braat! 6:55 a.m., February 23, 1945. We watched from a ditch as the Eleventh Airborne and Filipino guerillas stormed our prison camp. Some of us had watched them parachute out of their C-47s five minutes earlier. That was the morning we were to be machine-gunned at 7:00 a.m. roll call.
Three years we spent under Japanese rule. Many of us, Brits, Australians, White Russians, and Americans (some who had passage home six months before Pearl Harbor¹) were still in the Philippines because the State Department was given instructions not to issue any exit visas. It might panic people into believing a war with Japan was imminent. Those who survived look back in wonder. We were just civilians. The military had it so much worse.
1 Many civilians had purchased passage on ships bound for home knowing that the Japanese were planning to invade the Philippines. Unfortunately, their state departments refused to allow them to come home. The fear of the allied governments was that these returnees might cause a panic among the people at home if they knew war with Japan was imminent.
Chapter 1
In the Beginning
Bill’s Description of Family Life Prewar
If a child such as I in 1940 had no referent for comparison, he would not realize that his life in prewar Cebu, Philippines, was not the norm. He would be in for a rude surprise.
We—my father, mother, sister, brother, and I—were going home to the United States. My father had tickets purchased six months before December 7, 1941. We were not permitted to leave. I have that information direct from my father and later from Lucia B. Kidder (Ex-POW Bulletin, September 1990).²
Bob’s Description of Family Life Prewar
The Philippines are an archipelago lying in the South China Sea of the Pacific Ocean, southwest of Japan. There are approximately 7100 islands totaling the size of Arizona. The climate is tropical with abundant rainfall. The majority of Filipinos are of Malayan, Chinese, Spanish, Mestizo (a combination of Spanish and native islander), Negritos, Igorots, and Moros background. Religion is predominantly Roman Catholic. Language is mixed³ and is Filipino, mostly a dialect of Tagalog, spoken in the northern part of the islands, and Visayan, spoken in the southern part. Pidgin English was used as a trade language when Spanish and English were not understood. Luzon is the largest island in the Philippines, and it has the capital, Manila. Cebu, a cigar-shaped island about 300 miles south of Luzon, is where my brother, sister, and I were born. (I have been told that the most beautiful women in the Philippines, due to the combination of native and Spanish blood, come from Cebu.)
The Brinks, who are mainly of Dutch heritage, fought in both the War of 1812 and the Civil War.⁴ My grandfather, John William Brink, was a South Dakota farmer and Protestant preacher who did not see the importance of college, much less the need for high school: he wanted farmhands.⁵ My father, Myron, would have none of that. He was young and adventuresome and wanted, more than anything else, to get out of his native South Dakota. Myron, a redhead who disliked the name Red, was five feet nine and a half inches tall and weighed about 190. He had enormous forearms from milking cows. He was an intercollegiate boxer, a tennis player, a softball player, a scratch golfer, a horseman, and a fine polo player.
My father went to the Philippines at the age of twenty after putting himself and his sister Hazel through South Dakota Wesleyan University.⁶ Dad took his final college exams in the Philippines and graduated Phi Beta Kappa.
He started out teaching high school math in a public school and found that teaching was not to his liking. He was much more interested in business. Dad resigned after the end of his first (and only) teaching year, and then he and two friends started a bank, with him assuming the role of secretary/treasurer. It didn’t take long for the young entrepreneur to be recognized as a go-getter,
and he was soon hired by the Del Monte Corporation to revive a pineapple plantation at Cagayan on the island of Mindanao. Dad quickly and effortlessly brought that plantation to profitability. Again, someone noticed his inherent talents, and soon he assumed the position of assistant manager of the Philippine Refining Company. It was at that time that he met my mother.
Dad did not fight in World War I. He was, however, a captain in the Philippine Constabulary. Our house reflected some of his souvenirs. We had native krises (a manual-shot shotgun that required the pulling of the gun barrel toward you, where the firing pin was located), bows and arrows, and spears that had been taken from the Moros. The Moros were native tribesmen of Islamic faith who were always in rebellion against the constituted government. They are still in existence today. They lived on the island of Mindanao and, with their dhoas, preyed on shipping in the Sulu Sea. They had a quaint custom of ordaining a prince martyr who would have his body bound tightly with cord to keep the circulation slow and go juramentado (a mission to kill as many Christians as possible before he was killed).
The US Army’s 30.06 rifle was not adequate to the task of subduing the Moros. The bullets would go right through them and were not lethal. The army had to invent the .45 caliber pistol to finally stop the natives running amok. The years before World War II were perilous times. Dad always kept loaded weapons close by.
My mother, Maude E. Rice, was born in Flintville and raised in Steven’s Point, Wisconsin. Her ancestry is English, Scotch, Welsh, and Irish. One of our ancestors, Deacon Edmund Rice, came to America on the Mayflower (as an indentured servant). Another ancestor, Jeremiah Purdy, fought in the American Revolution. So mother qualified to belong to the Daughters of the American Revolution. Her father, Allan Dexter Rice, and two brothers, William and Allan, were lumberjacks working in the North Woods.
All of my mother’s family members were tall. Uncle Bill was six feet four, Uncle Allan was six feet two, and Auntie Mabel was five feet twelve inches (as she liked to say in preference to six feet). My mother, Maude, was the same height as her future husband: five feet nine and a half inches. My grandmother Rice was a small woman with an iron will.
Mother and her sister, Mabel, attended normal school (a combination of high school and junior college) together. They put each other through school. One would teach the year the other was in school. Grandmother was the first woman in Wisconsin to receive a Master’s degree (from Columbia University) in mathematics. She taught high school, which began a proud profession of education in our family. After Mother graduated from the local Normal School, which included a two-year teachers’ college, she taught eighth grade in West Alice, a suburb of Milwaukee. Her sister was her principal. Mother was a fine horsewoman and often rode with young cavalry officers.
Mabel Rice, my Auntie Mabel, was offered the position of assistant superintendent of schools in the Philippines at the request of the American ambassador, who had jurisdiction of the schools. At the time of the offer, Mabel had a boyfriend who had been gassed during World War I, and she did not want to leave him. She suggested that Maude go in her place. Mother jumped at the chance to leave Wisconsin and see the world. The job took her from island to island to inspect the US government-run schools. One summer, Mother took a walking tour through Igorot country and became, much to the relief of her family, the first white woman to survive. The Igorot people, who lived near the Cordillera administrative region in the Philippine island of Luzon, were headhunters and not much taller than the pygmy Negritos. Mother has pictures from her journal showing her towering over two little men in the forest.
Maude and Myron Brink with Leonard and Rebecca (Billie) Self at a costume party.
Social life in the late 1920s centered around dinner parties, as most people went to restaurants infrequently. The parties gave everyone an opportunity to dine and, over cocktails (scotch and soda being a perennial favorite) socialize. Women wore long gowns, and men wore Walter Wither-designed suits or tuxedos. Maude and Myron associated with a small group of white people who were extremely biased. Gossip was rampant, and if anyone left the room, that person was fair game. Mother was asked to sing at parties until one of her closest friends said she didn’t like Mother’s voice. Of course, that closest friend of Mother’s soon discovered she was tone deaf.
Mother and Dad met at the Army/Navy Club in Manila. Dad was playing in a polo match there on his favorite horse, Lightfoot. After a three-year whirlwind courtship, on February 29, 1927, my mother asked my father if he would marry her. He stormed out of the room while saying, If I want to marry a woman, I will ask her myself.
He immediately came back into the room and asked her to marry him.
Mother had a diamond engagement ring that was the talk of the islands. It was a two-carat solitaire mounted on a platinum ring. Mother told us that Dad gave her a choice: an expensive honeymoon or a diamond of her choice (and she could go as high as $1,000, which was a lot of money in those days). Mother chose the diamond. A sea captain arrived in Cebu and carried diamonds for her consideration. No other woman in Mother and Dad’s circle had a diamond of that quality or size. She wore a wedding ring, a diamond guard ring, and her engagement ring. Unfortunately, she only had her wedding ring at the end of the war. The engagement ring was hidden in Montalongon, and only our cook, Mary, knew where it was. She traded the ring toward the end of our captivity for some rice to keep us from starving to death.
Dad had, at one time, owned a rural movie house that caught fire one night. Because the movie house was made of nipa (a palm whose foliage was used for roofing thatch), the theater burned rapidly. Some of the moviegoers collected in the bathrooms, which were made of tin, and were subsequently burned to death. Their relatives wanted revenge and threatened to kill Dad. He began to keep a loaded pistol under his pillow until one night, soon after they were married, Dad woke up from a nightmare and knocked Mother unconscious⁷. My mother also had kept her weapon of choice close at hand. She would