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ॆ Download full Beyond the Call: The True Story of One World War II Pilot's Covert Mission to Rescue POWs on the Eastern Front for free ॡ ePUB By Lee Trimble ঠ ॆ Download full Beyond the Call: The True Story of One World War II Pilot's Covert Mission to Rescue POWs on the Eastern Front for free ॡ ePUB By Lee Trimble ঠ ACKNOWLEDGMENTSABBREVIATIONSCaptain Robert M Trimbles route from the UK to Ukraine, JanuaryFebruary 1945 Map by J DronfieldEastern Europe, early 1945 Captain Trimbles area of operations Map by J DronfieldPREFACEBy the fall of 1944, the mighty forces of the Red Army, at a bitter cost in lives, had pushed the Nazi invaders out of Russia As the front line rolled steadily across the Ukraine and Poland, the grim prison camps of the Third Reich were discovered and liberated concentration camps, death camps, slave labor and POW camps In their thousands, the suffering inmates were set loose.The Soviets attitude to the freed prisoners of war was not charitable Setting the moral mood for the Great Patriotic War against Nazi Germany, Stalin had decreed in 1941 that there were no prisoners of war, only traitors and cowards His declaration, coupled with the culture of savage violence on the Eastern Front, led to cruel treatment and even atrocities against former Russian soldiers who were liberated from POW camps.It also affected the treatment of Allied ex prisoners They were left to wander, starving, sick, and dying Some were fired upon indiscriminately by Russian troops some were robbed many were marched to the rear and abandoned Even worse, hundreds were rounded up into camps where they were treated as potential spies or anti Soviet partisans and kept in squalid conditions Those who were able to went into hiding in the forests and abandoned farms, where they mingled with freed slave laborers and escapees from the Nazi death marches The fortunate ones were given shelter by Polish citizens Many lost hope of ever seeing their homes again.Britain and the United States pleaded urgently with the Soviet government to honor their obligations to Allied prisoners of war The United States offered to bring in planes, supplies, and contact teams to round up the liberated POWs and evacuate them Stalin refused He didnt want foreigners wandering around in his territory, seeing things he didnt want them to see A tense, increasingly angry exchange of letters between President Roosevelt and Marshal Stalin failed to resolve the situation.The ex POWs were caught between callousness and politics.Stalin began using the POWs as leverage to force Britain and America to repatriate Russians who had been liberated from POW camps or captured fighting for the Germans Give me mine, and Ill give you yours seemed to be the attitude Roosevelt and Churchill rightly mistrusted Stalins motives, and feared for the lives of any Russians repatriated to the USSR.Stalemate.President Roosevelt, his diplomats, and the United States military high command were left with no option Relations with the USSR were tense and deteriorating, but had to be preserved If they were going to save their missing mennot to mention the other Allied ex prisonersfrom starvation, imprisonment, and death, they would have to go undercover.The Office of Strategic Services, forerunner of the CIA, provided the means The options were limited The OSS European branch, based in London, had no established presence in the regions where the POW camps were However, the United States did have just one small foothold in Soviet occupied territory the air base at Poltava in the Ukraine Earlier in the war, the Russians had allowed an American unit to be set up there to service long distance shuttle bombing operations from England and Italy The shuttle missions had ended by late 1944, and Eastern Command had been scaled down to a tiny winter detachment with few duties, almost forgotten, just waiting for the war to end.Poltava, a tiny dot of freedom in a sea of Communist red, would be the base for the covert rescue mission.They had the location they had the mission All they needed was a man to undertake it.My father was a regular guy Not quite what youd call ordinary, but not noticeably exceptional either Not a bad father, for someone whose own dad had deserted his wife and children Dad was faithful and did his best, despite the lack of a role model As a citizen, he did his duty in the war, and survived, then came home and raised a family I couldnt have told you anything extraordinary about him, had it not been for an astonishing confession when he was eighty six years old, which revealed a whole period in his life that I knew nothing about.The events that led to his confession began on a hot summer day in 2005, when Dad was working alone in the communal garden of his retirement community After a couple of hours under the sun, he began to feel dizzy Hed forgotten to bring his medicine and water Rising from his work, he felt faint He was unconscious before he hit the ground He lay there for hours before he was found, sunburned and close to death But Robert Trimble had always been a survivor.Around noon of his second day in the Willow Valley Manor infirmary, he was done lying in bed Without permission, he got up and dressed himself in the dirty, sweaty gardening clothes hed been brought in wearing Having paid a visit down the hall to his dear wife Eleanor her dementia had confined her permanently to the infirmary , he was back in his own apartment He got some homemade bean soup out of the refrigerator, then turned on the ball game After dinner he put on his cap, the one with his WWII squadron insignia, and headed back to the garden.Dads fall made me realize that the time I had left with him and Mom was limited And so, in the winter of 2006, I began the first of several long drives up from Virginia to Pennsylvania.I needed Dad to help me get reacquainted with my heritage I knew hed been a bomber pilot in the war, and I wanted to hear those stories again in detail and learn about his earlier life He had been a mystery throughout my life He was a sociable, friendly kind of guy, yet he wasnt someone we children could share our troubles with intimately He had even greater difficulty sharing his own feelings He was kind and caring, but none of us had a close personal relationship with him in our younger days He was a disciplinarian, so I tended to steer clear of him when I was in trouble, which meant most of the time.On that winter day, when I knocked on the door of his apartment he answered with a happy greeting But when I announced casually that I wanted to spend some time talking about his early life and his experiences in the warand that Id brought a recorder with me to preserve his memorieshe frowned and said, All right, if thats really what you want to do He suggested we go and shoot some pool in the rec room.Okay fine, Dad, I said, chuckling inside that he was still deflecting after all these years I was determined to get him to open up I asked him about his experiences as a pilot I knew this would hook him Although he didnt like to talk about the past, he did love to talk about flying Our conversation lasted until dinnertime He was relaxed and forgot that he was being recorded.We kids always admired him for his WWII heroicsmy brother Robert who was named for him , my sister Carol who was born in the midst of it all , and I He didnt talk about the war very often, but when you got him started, he always spoke vividly, reliving the memories as he spokeright down to the remembered conversations and the emotions.On that day in 2006, I finally realized my lifelong wish of recording his story, the tales of adventure in the hostile skies above Europe At the controls of a heavy bomber B 24 Liberators at first, later B 17 Flying Fortresses , he ran the gauntlet of thirty five harrowing raids over Germany and France during the last six months of 1944 He withstood the horror of seeing his friends blown to bits by German flak He fought courageously to return to base with engines in flames or, worse, blown completely off of the wing, leaving a hole ten men could stand in Hearing the stories in our youth, we hadnt realized, of course, how lucky he was to have survived to tell them to us.As long as he was talking war stories that weekend, his conversation was self sustaining When asked about his personal feelings, though, he would deflect by commenting on the ball game that was usually running on TV in the background But I was feeling content that I had thoroughly documented all Dads wartime testimony Above all, I felt I was beginning to know him, to bond with him again.Before leaving that Sunday afternoon, I asked Dad about his father He fell silent When he finally spoke, his voice quivered with anger I felt the urge not to press him, as he was old and frail, but I had to know It seemed like I had touched a hidden trigger, and at last Dads feelings started to come out.Lee, he said, I dont know how to start When my dad left, it devastated all of us I hated him My mom despised him I was always happy up until that day, then not for a long time after Life got hard all I felt was emptiness and anger Then I met your mom, and boy, she saved my life She saved my life than once.I was mystified Suddenly hed opened up a seam of memory I knew nothing about What do you mean Dont interrupt me, he growled Having finally allowed his feelings out into the open, he was going to do it his way I met Eleanor and I was happy again He looked at me Theres so much I need to tell you that you and your brother and sister never knew.What are you talking about, Dad In some ways going off to war helped me escape my past for a while I was so excited But while I was in Europe something happened to me that changed how I looked at life It was terrible I came home from Russia depressed, not caring about my relationship with Eleanor, the military, or anything I was a mess.I could see that the question about his father had awakened a world of pain I decided not to push the discussion Later, as I was leaving to drive back to Virginia, while embracing Dad the warmest I remember , one of the words hed used suddenly jumped to the front of my mind.Russia I said.What, Lee Russia You said you returned from Russia after the war You never said anything about Russia in your stories.He shook his head Well talk about it next time, Lee I purposely never mentioned it to any of you In fact I was ordered not to No one knew about it, except your mom It was painful then and its taken a lifetime for me to recover It was a dark, evil time He stuffed a ten dollar bill in my shirt pocket Here, drive safely.I drove home to Virginia through a snowstorm, which matched my state of mind Russia What would an American bomber pilot be doing in Russia Id always thought Dad had returned home after serving his tour of duty in England And why would he have been ordered not to talk about it It was a dark, evil timeThe snow flew thick and fast out of the darkness, danced in the headlights, and spattered against the windshield I didnt know it at the time, but my drive home was a strange echo of one of Dads untold taleswith instead of a heated, comfortable car, a thundering, half repaired bomber that he had defended at gunpoint from a furious Soviet officer and flown off from a field, limping along at zero feet through a wild Polish snowstorm and the small group of freed prisoners he took with him, and the trouble it caused when Moscow found out It was just one of the experiences that had harrowed him in the hidden period between the completion of his combat tour and his return to America.I realized there and then that I was being compelled toward a new mission discovering my fathers secret past.I was full of anticipation when I arrived at Dads place two weeks later We shot pool for a while he loved to play, in spite of his frailty I was aware than ever of his deteriorating body Once a tall man, he was now hunched over, and used a cane But he was a proud man and wouldnt accept help He drove himself everywhere, and always volunteered to drive other residents in the community to their appointments Dad had a strong sense of giving He loved to help people, and still gave blood when he could But that was nothing compared to what he had given of himself during World War II.Two weeks ago as I was leaving, you dropped an incendiary on me about spending time in Russia.I did he said dryly.Yes, Dad We all thought you came right home after your tour What happened in Russia He was silent for a while It was a horrific time in my life I dont know if I can talk about it even now I saw atrocities I saw the worst in people I was deceived into going theremisled and lied to by my own people.Slowly, piece by piece, the story began to come out A story bottled up for decades must be hard to tell and keep straight He skipped over whole episodes, left out details and had to backtrack some things he struggled to recall, but most were as vivid in his mind as the day they happened And so were the emotions.It was an incredible storyliterally incredible A story of a mission in Soviet territory a mission so secret that even the OSS had to keep a distance from it because of the diplomatic furor that would blow up if the Soviets knew about it As a cover, they had picked an innocent bomber pilot and sent him out to a US base in the Ukraine From there he was sent into Poland His task to rescue Allied prisoners of war set loose by the Soviets He had to help them survive and get them to freedom He was sent beyond the protection of his own side, beyond the call of duty He helped not just American POWs but slave laborers and concentration camp survivors all the lost souls of Poland learned to seek out the American captain.Anyone else hearing Dads story might have thought the old man was delusional But he was my father, and Id known him to be a straight shooter all his life Although even I had doubts After all, hed taken quite a blow to the head from his fall I knew he wouldnt invent a story like this, but could he have dreamed it, and convinced himself it was true Dad brought out his cigar box of remaining war memorabilia I was surprised at what we found in that box Aside from his pilot insignia, it contained his Air Medal, Bronze Star, and Distinguished Flying Cross, his discharge papers and War Department ID card Farther down was an astonishing itema passport issued by the United States Embassy in London in January 1945, for travel to the USSR, via Cairo and Tehran, on Official Business Inside I saw Dads youthful face, looking stern and kind of wary like he guessed something strange was going on but didnt know what , stamped over with American Consular Service There were also two medals I had never seen beforea French Croix de Guerre and, at the very bottom of the box, a letter from the Russian government, dated 1996, with a commemorative medal awarded for participation in the Great Patriotic War.I was stunned Aside from the first few items, these were hardly the typical belongings of a bomber pilot stationed in England Ill be damned, I thought The old man had a big secret He had lived in fear real or imagined for sixty years, that if he talked he might get in trouble with the government, or even suffer some sort of retribution from the Russians He told me he had declined an invitation to an award ceremony for the Russian medal because of that mistrust According to Dad the letter and medal would have been round filed had it not been for Moms insistence that he keep them His bitterness about the Soviets ran deep, and the I heard of his story, the better I understood why.There existed a set of stories within his story, each intriguing than the last The rescue of freed POWs was just a part of itthere were seat of pants flying adventures, plus encounters with desperate Frenchwomen, seductive Russian spies, Soviet agents, and My father was suddenly of a mystery to me than ever.Dad died in 2009, in his ninetieth year I continued researching his story There was still a lingering doubt in my mindcould such an incredible story really be true I wrote to military historians, consulted official histories, and acquired documents from government archives The I searched, the evidence I found that corroborated my fathers story I found a report he had written, describing an aircraft salvage operation which turned into an impromptu POW rescue and almost led to a diplomatic incident I found a letter from the commander of the American Military Mission in Moscow, alluding to the exceptional nature of Captain Robert M Trimbles duties and his outstanding performance I learned about the indignant letters sent to Stalin by President Roosevelt and Ambassador Harriman, protesting the treatment of freed Allied POWs, and about how Stalin stonewalled his supposed ally.Inevitably there were gaps My fathers mission in Soviet territory was hastily improvised, beyond top secret, and of such a diplomatic sensitivity that even the OSS could only be involved off the record But wherever you would expect to find documentation, I found it, and it matched Dads story Even in situations where he didnt understand what was happening, the historical record made sense of the facts that confused himsuch as the misunderstanding which, unknown to him, nearly caused a breach of OSS security in the US Embassy in London.Robert M Trimble was such a meticulously truthful man, and his story so fully corroborated wherever it could be, that I believe we can take his word that his undocumented activitiesthe long distance, ad hoc missions out in the lonely snows of Polandoccurred just as he described them, reliving them as he talked, feeling again the anger, the fear, and occasionally the humor.I am proud of my father Americathe land that gave birth to him and shaped himcan be proud of him too An ordinary American who undertook a most extraordinary mission This is his story.PROLOGUEMarch 1945 Poland Freedom held its breathTen miles east of the Polish city of Lww, the main rail line, snaking its way through the snow covered farmlands, passed through a mile long stretch of forest On this day, hidden among the pines on a slope overlooking the tracks, shivering in the bitter cold, was a young woman Her name was Isabelle, and she had been hiding here, keeping an anxious vigil, all through the freezing night She was waiting for a train Not just any train the train to freedom.Isabelle was a long way from home, a fugitive in an alien land Two years ago she had been taken from her hometown in France by the German authorities, herded together with other young women and men, and taken away to the Reich There the captivesthe so called Zwangsarbeiter or forced workerswere incarcerated in camps and put to work some in the factories, some in the mines, others on the farms of Germany and occupied Poland.1 Isabelle and her compatriots had endured years of captivity, forced labor, hunger, and in some cases, rape.The approach of the Russians caused the camps to be evacuated The Nazis drove the foreign laborers in Poland westward toward Germany, murdering those who resisted Many escaped the forced marches But although they were at liberty, they were still far from freedom Like countless other escapeeslaborers, prisoners of war, and even some concentration camp survivorsIsabelle and her friends took to a fugitive life Grouping together for safety, some of the Frenchwomen made their way eastward, away from the battlefront From various camps they came Zwangsarbeiter camps, concentration camps a few had escaped the death march from Auschwitz Hundreds of them, all French, gathered in the countryside around Lww, some hiding out in farms that had been destroyed when the battlefront passed over the region, others sheltered by sympathetic Polish farmers and villagers Many, including Isabelle and her friends, hid among the very farms where they had labored they knew the region, knew the safe places and the local people The women lived in daily fear of being taken by the Russians, who would treat them as illegal alienspotential spies and anti Soviet insurgentsand incarcerate them in their own hellish camps Sometimes these camps were the very ones the refugees had been liberated from in the first place.2Now at last there was hope Word had reached the groups scattered around Lww, passed along through the word of mouth network that had sprung up among the fugitives freedom was at hand Isabelle had dared to go into the city, and there she had found the man who could arrange to get them home to France He was neither a Pole nor a Russianhe was an American officer He could arrange for a train to take them to the coast city of Odessa, where they could board a ship bound for home In small groups the women cautiously made their way to the forest rendezvous in the twilight gloom there they concealed themselves and waited through the cold night hours.The forest wasnt a regular rail stop The rendezvous had been arranged by the American officer He had come to this country to rescue his fellow Americans, he said helping Isabelle was a side issue, a matter of humanity He had become a magnet for the lost souls of foreign nations washed up by the tide of war in Poland he was a conduit to home and liberty, and all who could found their way to him.Isabelle believed in the American She knew the train would come.Morning had dawned and slowly worn away midday had passed, and the train was hours late If it didnt come, or if it was filled with Russians, or if any one of a hundred mishaps occurred, all the women could look forward to was incarceration, suffering, quite possibly death Isabelle, her heart sinking, dug into the dwindling reserves of hope that had kept her going through the past two years The train had to come it must.At this very moment, she knew, the American would be using every trick he could think of to avoid, stall, and sidetrack the Soviet secret police and prevent them discovering and foiling the escape plan He was a good man, Isabelle believed perhaps even a hero But in this world, there were limits to what good men could do Her faith was wavering, hope slipping from her fingers, when she heard the faint whistle in the distance She tensed There was no mistaking it the sound of an approaching train.Would it be the right one Would there be Russian soldiers on boardor, worse, agents of the secret police Those creatures were everywhere This moment would show whether the American was a hero after all Isabelles heart beat faster As soon as she saw the steam above the trees in the distance, she rose from her hiding place and ran down the slope Stumbling over the stones, slipping on the ice, she clambered onto the rail bed and stood up in the center of the tracks She raised the hopeful sign she had made a sheet of board bearing a single word scratched in charcoal France.The locomotive thundered toward her, shaking the ground under her feet Holding her sign in the air, Isabelle waited for freedom or death.Three months earlierTELEGRAM M 22121December 22, 1944SECRETTo General Carl A Spaatz US Strategic and Tactical Air Forces in EuropeRequest for PersonnelDue to existing conditions at Poltava, it is requested that you send two Counter Intelligence personnel to that base for duty.New subject At the present time there are only two rated pilots in Poltava Due to the increasing number of flights from Poltava to areas behind the front lines for purpose of picking up crews and bringing parts to damaged bombers, an additional pilot is needed This pilot should have both four engine and twin engine experience.Major General Edmund W HillU.S Military Mission, Moscow1.December 30, 1944 Debach, EnglandBase of 493rd Bomb Group, US Eighth Air ForceThe wintry afternoon light was beginning to fade to dusk as the formation of B 17 Flying Fortresses streamed in over the Suffolk coast The individual bombers began peeling off from the formation, joining the airfield circuit and lining up to land Some, shot with holes, were limping as they covered the last leg of their journey home One Fortress was absent, its crew having bailed out over the sea.1 The 493rd Bomb Group, along with the other groups in its division, had been to bomb the marshaling yards at Kassel, Germany, and they hadnt been welcome.Landing lights glittering on their wings, the heavy bombers touched concrete with a rubbery squawk and rolled on down the runway, swung onto the taxiways, and headed, engines rumbling, toward their dispersal areas around the airfield Some jolted, wings tipping awkwardly, as they taxied over the pits and breaks in the concrete Debach pronounced Debbidge by locals, to the bewilderment of some American personnel was the last of the heavy bomber airfields built for the Eighth Air Force The construction was poor, and the runways had already deteriorated to the point where the 493rd might soon have to move elsewhere.2Avoiding the worst pitfalls, B 17 Big Buster eased to a halt on its hardstanding In the cockpit, Captain Robert M Trimble and his copilot, Lieutenant Warren Johnson, went through the elaborate ritual of shutting down the shuddering aircraft, flicking switches and sliding levers One by one the four huge propellers chopped and swished to a halt, and a hush punctuated by the ticking of cooling metal settled on the cockpit.Home she comes said a voice on the interphone.Trimble and Johnson smiled at each other as the last switch was flicked and the dials dropped to zero Homenow there was a thought to heal a weary heart Captain Trimble and his crew had been in England for nearly six months, and flown their fill of missions today had been the thirty fifth, and their tour of duty was complete.3 Robert Trimble had beaten the odds, and it was time to go home Home, where his wife, Eleanor, and the baby daughter he hadnt yet seen were waiting for him Little Carol Ann had been born exactly two months ago, while her father was flying into Germany on his twenty fifth combat mission, heading for the fearsome target of Merseberg As if fate was working in his favor that day, the bombers were recalled due to low cloud over the target, and they flew back to England unharmed.4 That had been a lucky day, and this was another.One by one the crewmen dropped through the escape hatch onto the concrete Some stretched their stiff backs a few went to the edge of the concrete, unfastened the layers of coveralls, heated suit, pants, and underwear, and watered the frosty grass, sighing with relief Tired but jubilant, the nine men tossed their gear on the waiting jeeps and climbed aboard, joking and taunting one another, free of the silent gloom that often came over them as the adrenaline drained away at missions end Captain Trimble dropped into the jeeps passenger seat.The CO wants to see you, sir, said the sergeant driver as he put the jeep in gear.Me said Trimble, startled Now At your convenience, sir The sergeant crunched the gears the jeep revved and swerved away.Captain Trimble gripped the edge of the windshield as the overloaded vehicle sped across the field toward the complex of buildings in the far distance He couldnt imagine why the CO would want to see him, but he didnt give it too much thought Dog tired after seven hours of piloting the Fortress through flak, fighters, and ungodly cold, he rode back to the airfield HQ with happy thoughts of home swimming in his head, violently jolted though they were by the jeeps bouncing progress By the time the crew was dropped off at the debriefing room, he had forgotten all about the summons.It was shaping up to be a good weekend The Trimble crew were not the only men whose tours were donetheir squadron mates under Lieutenant Jean Lobb had also completed today As wingman to the group leader, Lobb had been on Trimbles starboard nose all the way to Germany, but had to drop out of formation with supercharger failure before reaching the target leading to a tense moment of urgent re forming as Lieutenant Parker crawled up from the rear to take his place Luckily for Lobb, he was credited with a sortie, despite bringing his bombs home with him.5With end of tour celebrations, and New Years Eve tomorrow, it was all good cheer for the homeward bound boys.Despite the carousing that went on in the mess that evening, Robert Trimble had the best nights sleep hed had in months no mission in the morning, no fear of a mission alert during the day just a beautiful future to look forward to, a future with Eleanor and baby Carol Ann He wondered if Camp Hill, Pennsylvania, had changed at all in the months hed been away One thing was for sure, he reflected happily it had changed by the addition of a brand new baby girl.Rested and groomed, Robert put on his dress uniformolive drab jacket with tan pants and shirt, the sharp combination known as pinks greensand set off for his appointment at group headquarters Unlike the permanent airfields in the States, Debach sprawled over a tract of otherwise untouched Suffolk countryside, and the routes between the technical and domestic sites, the airfield and the munitions stores were winding country lanes lined with hedgerows In no hurry, Robert strolled along under the winter bare sycas It was quiet, with the group out on a mission.Headquarters occupied what had been a farm field this time last year, beside a lane connecting the main airfield with the little hamlet of Clopton the equally tiny settlement of Debach was straddled by a couple of aircraft hardstandings on the far side of the base Robert presented himself and was admitted to the commanding officers inner sanctuma modest set of offices in a Quonset hut.Colonel Elbert Helton, CO of the 493rd, was an undistinguished looking man Placid and serious, with large ears and a touch of humor in his eyes, he looked like a friendly small town doctor than what he actually wasa seasoned bomber pilot with a long string of combat missions in the Pacific and Europe under his belt The young Texan had been propelled up the ranks by the pressure of war, and he now commanded the four squadrons that made up the 493rd Bomb Group and the sprawling military base that housed them He had only just turned twenty nine years old.6He waved Captain Trimble to a chair I just got done signing these, he said, taking a paper from a small pile You might as well have yours now Robert took it and smiled It was the customary document, signed by Helton and the other senior officers of the 493rd.On This 30th Day of December Nineteen Hundred and Forty Four The Fickle Finger of Fate Has Traced on the Rolls of theLucky Bastard Clubthe name ofCapt Robert M Trimble 0 1289835493rd Bombardment Group H Having successfully completed a tour of operations in this European theater with Butch Heltons hard hitting hagglers he is hereby graduated as an Honor Student from Debachs College of Tactical KnowledgeTherefore it is fitting that he should be presented with this Certificate that all may know that he is truly a Lucky Bastard.Congratulations, Bob, said Helton You made it Youre on your way home.Yes, sir, said Robert He knew Colonel Helton well, and something in his tone of voice made him feel uneasy Helton paused, then stuck a pin in the blissful bubble that Robert had been walking around in since yesterday.You know youll be called back, dont you For another tour.This was exactly what Robert didnt need to hear right now He knew it was a possibility, but Helton said it like it was a stone cold certainty.Youre going home for nowyoure entitled to twenty one days leave statesidebut at the end of it youll be recalled Maybe here, or maybe to the Pacific The Armys got plenty of pilots, but not so many good ones, let alone experienced.That was true Earlier that year, the length of a tour for bomber crews had been raised from twenty five missions to thirty In September, halfway through Roberts tour, they raised it to thirty five Who could tell when they might raise it again Sending experienced pilots back into combat seemed all too likely.I know your wife just had a baby, the colonel said, and I know youd like to go home But you go on and go home now, youre only going to be there for twenty one days, and than likely theyll send you right back.I see, sir Robert was wondering if there was a point to all this, besides wrecking his moment of happiness.Helton stood up and took out a bottle of scotch and two glasses The last of the November special mission supply, he said, pouring it out.Robert smiled and took his glass Part of his unofficial duties in the 493rd was as the commanding officers whiskey courier Once a month he piloted the squadron hack up to Edinburgh and snagged a few bottles.I have an offer for you, Helton went on Maybe youd like to take advantage of it.What kind of offer Helton took a sip of whiskey The brass want you, Bob, he said Theyve asked me for a good man, and Im giving them you.The whiskey turned to battery acid in Roberts mouth It wasnt healthy to get noticed by the brass.That is, if you want to take advantage of it Theyre looking for an experienced multi engine pilotsomeone rated on both the B 24 and B 17 Youre the only one I know whod like a job like this They want to send you to Russia Roberts brain did a backflip Russia You know weve got bases there Helton went on No, well neither did I, much They were set up for shuttle mission support.Colonel Helton sketched in what he knew about the background A shuttle mission was one in which a bombing force took off from its base, hit a target, then flew on to another base in another country it was a solution to the problem of targets that were too far away for bombers to reach them and make it back to their home bases The 493rd had never been involved in Operation Frantic as the shuttle program was codenamed , so Helton couldnt tell Robert very much He would be sent to the Eastern Command base at a place called Poltava in the Ukraine Now that Frantic was on ice, the US detachment there had changed roles, and Poltava had become a base for salvaging US aircraft that had been damaged in combat and made forced landings in Soviet occupied territory Roberts job, as Helton described it, would be to collect salvaged bombers from Poltava and fly them outeither back to England or down to Italy.The Soviets are itching to get their hands on our planes, Helton said Given half a chance, theyll haul em off and tear em down to find out how theyre made Our guys are getting them patched up and the hell out of there before those Reds get the chance You have experience of emergency soft field takeoffs, dont you Robert nodded Back in the summer hed been forced to land his B 24 at a Luftwaffe fighter airfield in northern France Anticipating either a firefight or captivity, he and his crew were relieved to be greeted by American infantrymen whod captured the field a few days earlier After refueling and repairs, Robert had learned the hard way about the challenges of taking off a laden four engine bomber from a short grass strip intended for single engine fighters.I thought so, said Helton So, what dyou say You mean I have a choice Of course Helton paused Theres a catch They want you right now You wouldnt get the chance to go home.Then Id rather not, sir.The colonel glowered Listen, Bob, if you take this job, youll be out of the combat zonejust flying back and forth, absolutely safe Itll take you maybe a few months to ferry those planes After you get that done, you could tell them youre going home Then, after your twenty one days are up, maybe the war will be over.Robert was silent Colonel Helton was trying to help him out, and the colonel was rightif he went home now, the system would scoop him right up and send him back to the fight Another touranother thirty five missions Hed beaten the lottery oncecould he count on being a Lucky Bastard twice You know the score as well as I do, Helton went on Yesterday was almost a milk run by all accounts.7 Right this minute the group is on the way to hit the refinery at Misburg, and Im not expecting to see them all back tonight How would you reckon your chances if there were another Magdeburg Nine ships out of thirty six went down that day.Robert felt a chill at the mention of the Magdeburg missiona name invested with dread It had been mid September, and the 493rd had only just completed the transition from B 24 to B 17 bombers Poor formation flying over the target oil industry facilities at Magdeburg Rothensee opened the door to attacks by two squadrons of German Fw 190 fighters They came from front and rear, raking the straggling Fortresses The 493rd lost nine bombers that dayfour exploding in flames before their crews could get out Only half a dozen parachutes were spotted from all the stricken planes.8Captain Robert Trimble had not taken part in the Magdeburg mission it had been his squadrons turn to stand down.9 He figured it just wasnt his day to die That day could come anytime, though, and Colonel Heltons offer showed a way to put it off.But Robert wasnt the kind of man who could be stampeded so easily He looked his commanding officer in the eye What if I turn it down Helton shrugged I pass it on to the next fellow on my list But I was asked for the best, and youre the best Ive got available The colonel finished his whiskey and stood up Listen, go call your wife Talk it over with her When youre done thinking, come back and talk to me again.Robert walked across to the communication building, turning the proposal over in his mind It was a big thing to take in He didnt want to go to Russia or the Ukraine or wherever the hell it was , but maybe it would be for the best He and Eleanor had been apart for much of their two and a half years of married life She had followed him dutifully from state to state as he progressed through his pilot training, and then bravely said goodbye to him when he went overseas That was nine months ago now Would she be willing to wait another who knew how long, when shed been hoping to see him any day now But how could he expect her to wave him off to war again, after only a brief respite He just didnt know what to think.Harrisburg, PennsylvaniaEleanor Trimble was hard at work, enveloped in steam and sweltering heat It leaked through even into the side office where she worked at the company accounts Tonight was New Years Eve, and the whole world wanted their dry cleaning this minute Shed been back at work in the laundry for several weeks now, even though it was only two months since the babys birth She needed the wages Even sharing a rented house with Roberts mother, Ruth, money was tight Ruth and the landlady took turns looking after little Carol Ann, while Eleanor caught the bus each day from Lemoyne to Harrisburg to bring home her meager 12 a week.It was hard enough living without her husband harder still to know what a dangerous calling hed followed It was as well, perhaps, that Eleanor didnt know just how dangerous it was that flying bombers was the most fatal military occupation in Europe.10 She carried the worry day after day, the fear that one morning a War Department telegram might arrive and explode its payload of grief in her home Eleanor had already lost her brother to the war she couldnt bear the thought of losing her husband too, or that Carol Ann might never know her father.The days passed in a forgettable blur of routine Apart from the seasonal rush, this morning was no different than usual As Eleanor worked, her mind was far away, oblivious to the distant ringing of the phone in the next door office She was startled out of her daydream by the office door slamming open and her boss leaning out Eleanor Call for youits your old man Eleanor froze Every repressed fear instantly loomed up in her mind Her heart thumped and her skin prickled as she hurried across to the office She was out of breath by the time she picked up the phone Hello EleanorRobert Is that you The voice that came down the line sounded thin, crackly, and unbearably distant Its me, IRobert Are you okay Are you hurt They scared me when they said it was you I thought something had happened When are you coming home She had known that the time was drawing near when he would finish his tour, and it had heightened her anxiety as well as her hopes.Eleanor, thats why Im calling Colonel Helton made me an offerRobert, first tell me youre not hurt When are you coming home Im okay, Eleanor, Im fine Now listen Roberts voice took on a serious tone that Eleanor didnt like at all even across thousands of miles of ocean it echoed with foreboding Colonel Helton has given me a tough decision to make, and you and I have to decide what we want to do And we have to decide right now.I dont like the sound of thisIll get right to it Ive finished my last mission My tour is over and I can come home Eleanors heart lifted, although she suspected it shouldnt Ill get twenty one days and then Ill likely be called back to do it all over againanother thirty five combat missions Or I can accept the colonels offer and go on a missionMission What are you talking about Robert, I want you home I cant talk about it Listen, its overseas, but its outside the combat area Just flying and light duty The colonel singled me out for this Id be safe until the end of the war He paused What do you say There was a deathly hush on the line, filled with crackles and the ghostly echo of aching distance.Eleanor She found her voice, and it shook with emotion No, Robert No I need you home with me I need you now I cant take this any.A gusty sigh came down the line All right then, said Robert Im coming home.His tone was so heavy, so resigned, that Eleanor wished she could unsay what she had just said Robert, no Ive changed my mind You have to do the right thing Im being selfish Im hurting, but I know you are too She lacerated herself with every word I think I can stand life like it is for just a while longereven though she couldntif it means you being safe But I know I couldnt stand to think of you going back into danger.Eleanor, are youStay do what you have to do Then come home to me alive, and never leave me again Do you hear me Are you sure You heard me, soldier Eleanors eyes were prickling with tears I love you.I love you too Hows Carol Ann The tears overflowed, and a little sob escaped Eleanors throat Shes fine Shes fine Eleanor could feel the knot tightening in her chest now, threatening to choke her Robert, I have to go now I love you Goodbye.Goodbye.Eleanor put the phone down, fumbling to set it on its cradle as the weeping flooded out of her and her vision dissolved in a blur.Half a world away, in a freezing, concrete paved field in Suffolk, Captain Robert Trimble stood under the lowering, slate gray East Anglian skyone of the biggest skies in the world, and at this moment the gloomiest It matched his mood Oh well, there it wasEleanor had decided for him He would be going to Russia.Later that day, he walked across to the control tower to report his decision to Colonel Helton, and to watch the squadrons fly in from their mission.Helton had been rightthey were pretty beat up, and not all of them had come back One ship had been lost somewhere over Germany Altogether, than five hundred bombers from the 3rd Air Division had gone to bomb Misburg twenty seven had been lost, ten times that number damaged, and than two hundred and fifty men would not be coming back to their bunks that night.11 Robert could picture the whole thing vividly the puffs of black flak, the shreds of torn metal falling from hit planes, the blossoming parachutes, the big silver bird turning helplessly over and sinking down to death And one of the worst sights of all a chute blooming prematurely, snagging on the falling bomber, and the entangled dot of a man being dragged down toward the distant earth.Maybe he really had made the right decision better to postpone his homecoming than go through all that again Assuredly the right decision Robert felt betterresigned to his future, resigned to temporary unhappiness and permanent safety As he watched the lumbering planes taxiing to their dispersals, he reflected that he was indeed a Lucky Bastard.12It was to be a while than a month, in factbefore Robert discovered the full extent to which both he and Colonel Helton had been lied to.Had he been able to see into the future, Robert might have gone to headquarters that minute and willingly signed up for a second combat tour But even if hed been granted a sight of what was to come, he might not have believed it The creaking footfalls in the snow under the winter pines the wild, demonic shapes of Cossacks cavorting around a flickering fire the terrified, hate filled eyes of the Russian colonel over the leveled barrel of the Colt frozen corpses laid in rows along the lonely railroad tracks the controls of the patched up bomber shuddering in his grip as the blizzard battered her the mystery of a freshly filled grave in the woods and those lustrous Slavic eyes smiling into his amid a haze of perfume Captain, you are so handsome yes, there would be good memories in there, too, but he would pay for them with the nightmares.Robert knew none of this as he watched the last of the Fortresses touch down on the runway He patted his breast pocket, where hed placed the neatly folded Lucky Bastard certificate, then turned, went down the tower steps, and walked away into the gathering English dusk.2.January 1945 LondonThey called it Little America Grosvenor Square, in the heart of Londons Mayfair district, with its palatial Georgian town houses surrounding the huge public garden, was older than the United States itself and had deep ties with the former colonies John Adams had begun the first American mission in the square right after Independence, and now it was home to the United States Embassy, which loomed over one corner.1 Near the opposite corner, an elegant red brick mansion had been commandeered for General Eisenhowers headquarters Eisenhower Platz, some people called it Next door to that was the HQ of the American Red Cross Less conspicuously, the London headquarters of the secretive Office of Strategic Services, nest of spies, saboteurs, and secret agents, was a short walk away in Grosvenor Street.Ike and his staff had moved to Paris a few weeks ago, but the square still teemed with American military and diplomatic activity The former residences and gardens of the cream of Britains ruling classes now buzzed with the accents of Texas and Virginia, West Point and Annapolis, and every state, city, and homestead.On this cold January evening, the gardens were dusted with a fresh fall of snow, which glowed in the starlightthe only illumination in the blacked out city A car drew up in front of the embassy, and a young officer stepped out he glanced up at the forbidding faade, and shivered Captain Robert M Trimble was already wondering what in the world hed got himself into In the past eight hours hed had one strange experience after another And if not strange, at least somewhat embarrassingRobert had caught the early afternoon train from Woodbridge, the nearest station to Debach, and settled down to enjoy the ride, still feeling the inner glow of a man who knew he was safely but honorably out of combat for the rest of the war.Sharing the compartment were two English girls, wearing the blue uniform of the Womens Auxiliary Air Force Born with a susceptibility to feminine charm, and feeling pleased with himself, Robert struck up a conversation He liked the girls they had an attitude that was common among the Britishthe phlegmatic determination to carry on serenely in spite of the pounding theyd taken from Hitler They were cheerful and talkative Not overly concerned about the danger of loose lips sinking ships, they chatted freely about life in the WAAF They were stationed in London, assigned to RAF Balloon Command, where they helped crew one of the citys hundreds of barrage balloon wagons.Talking blithely, they didnt notice that the American had fallen silent At the mention of barrage balloons, Robert felt suddenly very uncomfortable, recalling an incident just over a month ago which he hoped they hadnt heard aboutor, worse, witnessed firsthand.It had happened on his last visit to Londonan unorthodox and entirely unscheduled visit from the air The 493rd were returning from a mission to Germany near the end of November Debach was socked in by freezing rain Fortresses were skidding off the runway, and the squadrons still airborne were diverted to another airfield, hundreds of miles away in Cornwall The next afternoon, with the weather improved, they set off on the return flight, on a route that took them near London Robert, in a rush of high spirits, figured they were technically on a three day pass after yesterdays mission, so maybe they ought to divert and take a flyby to look at the sights of the capital.He ought to have known better Even his copilot, Lieutenant Warren Johnson, said it was a bad idea Warren was a fun loving guy a singer and jazz trumpeter, he always brought his horn on missions, stowed beside his seat, and liked to entertain the boys with swing tunes over the interphone during the long, tedious mission flights He kept the mouthpiece on a chain tucked inside his suit to keep it warm, and smeared it with Vaseline to prevent it freezing to his lips Warren had nerve on one memorable occasion, on the approach to a bomb run, with the Fortress shaking and battered by a storm of flak, losing altitude with a gaping hole in her wing, he boosted the mens spirits with a verse of Amazing Grace But even Warren balked at the idea of a pleasure flight over London There were rulesvery strict rules.But Robert had a reckless streak in him, and it was in control right now He had a gift for persuasion, and it helped that he was also the airplane commander We can spot where we want to go at the weekend, he said Tell you what, well fly over St Pauls Cathedral Eleanor always wanted to see it shell be excited to hear what it looks like.With this unwise idea in mind, he turned the bomber off the planned route and headed toward the capital, easing down to low altitude for the best view The gray river Thames snaking through Londons urban sprawl was their guide For a major city, London had hardly any tall buildings, and the landmarks were easy to spotBig Ben, Tower Bridge, and then, rising immaculately among the bombed out buildings of the City district, the great dome of St Pauls Dotted here and there, mostly over toward the docklands in the east, were the silver blobs of barrage balloons.Not bad, Warren admitted Well have to see her on foot when we get the chance Now can we get the hell outta here Robert wanted a better view right now He turned the planes nose toward the dome, about half a mile away, and eased the control column forward, intending to drop down to about three hundred feet He looked down at the instrument panel, then back upand swore Directly ahead, rising rapidly into the previously empty sky, was the fat, gleaming bulk of a barrage balloon And there was another, off to one side, and another, and another all trailing the steel guy wires that were designed to snarl the wings of bombers The only way to go was up, but the balloon ahead was a hundred feet higher than the B 17 already, still ascending, and getting closer by the second Robert pushed the throttles to full emergency power and hauled back on the control column The bomber lifted, and the men inside prayed The silvery mass of the balloon flashed beneath the planes nose, and there was a gentle bump and scrape as it dragged along the fuselage.They werent clear yet As the balloon passed beneath, Robert was conscious of a sporadic pinging noisethe familiar sound of bullets hitting the plane Roberts assumptionthat Londons defense forces would recognize the B 17 as an American aircrafthad been wrong, just like his assumption that the barrage balloons parked permanently in the sky over the city were the only ones available Balloon Command had quick response wagons too.2 To the defenders on the ground, any bomber was the enemy they didnt have time to distinguish friend from foe Even if they had, rumors abounded of captured bombers flown by devious Luftwaffe crews no chances were taken, and the tendency was to shoot first and think later As Robert and his crew climbed and steered away from the city, they were lucky not to be fired on by the anti aircraft batteries that were everywhere.Somebodyprobably an RAF plane on patrolmust have identified the aircraft, and got a clear enough view to note the group ID and call sign a report was passed immediately to VIII Bomber Command, and then down to 493rd headquarters As the Fortress flew on toward its proper destination, the tourist atmosphere having long dissolved into grim silence, an irritated voice came over the radio from the Debach control tower.This is Whitewash to Pillar 366.3 You are reported off course and in London airspace Explain yourself.Compass malfunction, said Robert Lost bearing and descended below cloud base for visual navigation It wasnt a bad attempt under the circumstances, but the tower wasnt buying it.Not good enough Report to HQ immediately on landing The voice added peevishly And no sightseeingthats an order.There was an official inquiry The crew backed Robert up even though they were furious with him , and Colonel Helton decided to accept the compass malfunction story If Robert hadnt been such a favorite of the CO, things might have turned out differently Hed have been grounded at best, maybe even busted down a rank When he wrote his next letter to Eleanor, he judged it best not to mention his visit to St Pauls She would have seen it as disrespectful to the church, and maybe regarded his narrow scrape as a just warning from God Colonel Helton might have forgiven him, but Eleanor and the Almighty were another matter.Listening to the two young WAAFs chatting gaily about the life of a balloon wagon crew, Robert felt the heat of shame rise up his neck, turning his cheeks red He had the absurd thought that they might have heard of him, or even recognize him But if they knew about the incident, they made no mention of it.Evening was coming on as the train pulled into Liverpool Street Station just a short walk from St Pauls, had Robert had time to revisit the scene of his shame In his pocket was a slip of paper with an address written on it His orders were to report there immediately on arrival He managed to hail one of the small number of black cabs that still plied the wartime streets Gasoline was rationed, and many of the drivers had been drafted The few that remained scraped a living mostly from US military personnel.Like many American tourists before and after, Robert discovered the marvelous ability of London cabdrivers to know their way, without hesitation, to any address in the metropolis, no matter how obscure Even in the blacked out city, with only hooded headlights to guide him, the cabbie found the street requested, and drove without hesitation right up to the door.As the taxi rumbled off into the night, Robert looked in bewilderment at the building in front of him He thought he must have come to the wrong place Hed been expecting some kind of military facility or other official building What he was looking at, as far as he could tell in the darkness, was a modest row house in a residential street But the number checked out There must have been an error somewhere Hed been given a wrong address, or the cabbie had deposited him in the wrong street There was nobody about He figured he might as well knock on the door maybe theyd have a phone he could use to call for instructions.He knocked There was a pause, and then a muffled voice called out, Whos there A female voice with an English accent, which rather confirmed that hed come to the wrong place.Im an American officer, maam Im lost, and hoping to use your telephone if you have one.There was a click of a latch, and the door opened Against the darkness of the blacked out hallway, Robert could make out the dim shape of a woman Before he could apologize for disturbing her, she spoke Are you Captain Trimble He was stunned Why yes, yes I am.Do come in, she said warmly Ive been expecting you.Mystified, Robert stepped inside The door closed, and the hall light was switched on Smiling pleasantly at him was a tall, middle aged lady.Come in and sit down, she said, leading him into the front room She guided him to a chair by the unlit gas fire The house was even modest inside than outside, with bare walls and hardly any furniture The ladys cut glass accent seemed bizarrely out of place in this shabby setting She fed a shilling into the gas meter and lit the fire There Now I need to make a telephone call Cup of tea Robert nodded mutely.The mysterious woman was gone for a few minutes and came back with a tray on which were cups and a teapot, and a plate of ham sandwiches You must be hungry after your journey, she said Do take a sandwich.Yes maam Thank you.She turned away to pour tea I suppose you must be wondering what this is all about, she said sympathetically.Well, maam, I was told I was going to Russia to fly airplanes He looked curiously at her, wondering if she was about to offer him an explanation She wasnt.Honestly, I dont know what plans they have for you Im just an intermediary Its better that you dont ask me any questions The embassy is sending a car for you In the meantime, do help yourself to sandwiches. The embassy Dont ask any questions What was going on here Despite his confusion, he managed to concentrate some of his attention on the sandwiches They were another feature that marked this out as no ordinary house with meat rationed, there wouldnt be anyone else in this street eating ham sandwiches right now Robert had eaten two and was reaching for a third it had been a long day when they heard the sound of a car pulling up outside There was a knock on the door, and a suited civilian was admitted He looked Robert up and down and spoke without ceremony Come on, its late He had an American accent and an irritable tone he looked like someone who didnt get too much sleep Robert followed him out to the car.It seemed like an awfully big charade for a ferry pilot As they drove through the city, Robert decided to chance an inquiry So, he said, whats all this special treatment about I dont know, the man said And I wouldnt tell you if I could To you Im just your driver.Robert let it be, and lapsed back into silence.Even in the dark, he could see that the streets were getting wider and the houses larger as the car headed west Finally they turned a corner and pulled up in front of a large, looming building It didnt look like much in the dark, with its pillared faade in shadow, and its dozens of elegant windows blacked out, but this was 1 Grosvenor Square, Mayfairthe United States Embassy and heart of Little America.Inside, Robert was left waiting in the large, cold foyer It was 9 30 P.M when at last an attach came to collect him Once again there was no introduction, no explanation He was merely asked to confirm his identity, told that he would be called for in the morning, then handed over to an attendant, who escorted him to one of the embassys guest rooms.Too dog tired to think, Robert undressed and sank into beda bed that he would later recall as the best and most comfortable he had ever slept in in his life.Next morning, an attendant woke him at seven and warned him to be down for breakfast in thirty minutes After a shower in lukewarm water, he ventured downstairs Following his well trained soldiers nose, he found his way to the staff dining hall That breakfast was some of the best food hed had since arriving in England These diplomats sure knew how to live the civilized life, even in a city on the front line of a war.Afterward, he was taken in hand again and brought to an office where he was met by a senior looking attach Yet again there was no introduction, no pleasantries, but this time there was at least some information However, it was not the kind of information calculated to settle Roberts qualms about this whole business.The attach looked quizzically at Roberts uniform, then spoke briskly The first thing to do is have you fitted out with a suit That will be done this morning He wrote on a piece of paper and handed it to Robert Go to this address Youre to be supplied with two suits Theyll be ready by this evening Then youll be transported to pick up your flight to Stockholm YouRobert interrupted Suits What do I need suits for I have my uniform.The attach peered at him You need civilian clothing You will be provided with two suits It will be taken care of today, in time to make tonights flight to Stockholm.Whoa, whoa Robert put up his hands Youre gonna put me in a civilian suit, and then send me in a plane over Europe Oh, you dont have to worry, the attach said That plane goes over every night Youll be perfectly fine.You dont understand Im wearing a dog tag If that plane has to make an emergency landing in enemy territory, and Im caught in a civilian suit with a dog tag, Ill be shot The attach stared while Robert went on objecting I just put in thirty five missions I dont want to stick my neck out now And whats this about Stockholm he demanded Im supposed to be going to Russia, not Sweden.Russia I assume theres been a change of orders, said the attach.No, no, I never signed up to go to Stockholm in a civilian suit Im supposed to be going to Russia to fly airplanes The attach hesitated Throughout the short interview, he had become less and less sure of himself Captain, he said at last, step outside and wait.Simmering, Robert did as he was told Out in the hallway, he sat and waited and then paced up and down and waited and then waited some All the while, his mind rehearsed the indignant speeches he would make if they tried to discipline him over this Stockholm In a civilian suit Were they trying to use him as a spy Hed be safer flying another combat tour He wasnt cut out to be a spyor trained, for that matter No, hed be damned first His reckless side was back in control again, and he was perfectly prepared to face the stockade and a court martial rather than go along with this insane, half cocked plan Had Colonel Helton known anything about this Surely not.An untold story from those last days of WWII in Europe when the unthinkable became realwhen our ally had turned against us, when our POWs were left to die, and when a veteran pilot would receive a harrowing final missionto fly against the might of the Soviet Union.Adam Makos, New York Times bestselling author of A Higher Call Vivid and engaging, Beyond the Call is partly a story of one officers guile and bravery in the face of forces much larger and powerful than himself But it is also a moving and appalling tale of the full horror of World War IIs last year on the eastern front Randall Hansen, author of Fire and Fury and Disobeying Hitler Beyond the Call is the brilliantly told, fast paced true story of a remarkable young man Nerve wracking, informative, yet profoundly moving, Beyond the Call is a truly inspiring book.Susan Ottaway, author of Sisters, Secrets, and SacrificeA little known set of moving adventures, well researched and presented Kirkus Reviews Trimbles son has provided a riveting, tense, and ultimately satisfying account of his fathers heroic effort Booklist This account delivers a different story from the 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    • Beyond the Call: The True Story of One World War II Pilot's Covert Mission to Rescue POWs on the Eastern Front
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