A Daughter's Thoughts
by Lloydene Hill

My dad, Lloyd Samuel Pollock, was born on November 13, 1917, he died of respiratory failure of unknown etiology, on April 18, 1993 in the Portland VA Medical Center in Portland, Oregon. He was 100% disabled since 1961, and lost a leg in 1963, due to his service connected illnesses. In the early 1970's he lost the majority of the use of his hands to A-typical bacteria TB, Kansaii bacillius, only known to be native to the soil of Kansas, and also found in traces of radioactive material.  He was also written up in Medical Journals in the 60's as he was one of the only men, at that time, to contract Systemic Lupus Erythmetosis.

He was assigned duty at Clark, Philippine Islands as a member of the 7th
Material Squadron, 19th Bomber Group, where he was a Sheet Metal Worker
and Machine Gunner and did this duty 14 months prior to the invasion of
the islands by the Japanese Army. He was captured on Bataan on April 9,
1942 and was a prisoner of war of the Japanese until liberated September 7, 1945. 

7 times, during my lifetime, my father was told he was going to die.
And each time he told them "I'll die when I'm damn good and ready and not one minute before!"  I guess that kind of attitude, and the good Lord, is what got him through the Hell in the Pacific.  

 Before I was born, when my brothers were little, my family's house burnt down and my dad and family lost all of their records, belongings, etc. It wasn't until my dad went to replace the records in the mid-70's that the government told him that most of them had been destroyed in a fire at the Military storage facility. I would love to converse with anyone who was there, or their families. I plan to write a book about my Dad's life, and want to get that part of his life, as accurate as possible. Since he never said much about it, I can only rely on what I have heard through walls, when he was talking to my brother who was in Vietnam, or read about, or movies that I've seen, and we all know that many of them are not quite accurate. My dad never met a person he didn't like, he even forgave the Japanese, however, he wouldn't let anyone in the family buy a foreign automobile. And I can honestly say that he never hated, or disliked, anyone, except one that I know of, and that was General MacArthur. He, like the rest of the men, loved and respected "Skinny," as my dad used to call him. He'd get a big smile on his face when he would talk about the general, and the way he tried to take care of his men. But he, and I guess several others he knew, didn't care much for MacArthur, because of the way he left, and the way he treated General Wainwright. Perhaps, that is only a minute view, but I know for my father, it was something that he never forgot.

   Lloyd Pollock                                                                                          Lloyd Pollock
     with son Jim, 1947                                                                                   with daughter Lloydene, 1990

Lloyd's experience on Bataan

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