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Last
Name:
CASCIO |
First
Name Middle Initial:
PHILIP |
Nick
Name:
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| Street:
1834 LAKE MANOR |
City
& State: GREENVILLE, MS |
E-Mail:
CSW@TECINFO.COM |
| Zip:
38701 |
Phone:
(601) 332-8418 |
Spouse:
CHERRY |
| Conflict:
WW II |
Service
Branch: Army Air Corp |
Unit:
8 AF 303 BG 358 BS |
| Theater:
ETO |
Where
Captured: FRANCE |
Date
Captured: 02/16/43 |
| Camps
Held In: 7A 17B LUFT 3 |
How
Long Interned: 811 days |
| Liberated
/ repatriated: liberated |
Date
Liberated: 05/07/45 |
Age
at Capture: 21 |
| Medals
Received: PURPLE HEART MEDAL, POW MEDAL, DISTINGUISHED FLYING
CROSS MEDAL |
| Military
Job: BALL TURRET GUNNER |
Company:
N/A |
| Occupation
after War: N/A |
Bio:
B-17 “Spook” By Philip Cascio
Awaken at 4 a.m. Our B-17 Bomber was loaded for a bombing mission. We
crossed the English Channel over France to Saint Nazzaire submarine
pens. After a successful bomb drop, we began our long journey back to
our base, Molesworth, England.
The flak approaching the target was just as bad leaving the target. Our
next problem on our return to England was the many specks in the distant
sky. German fighters were waiting to pounce on our formation. German
fighters usually did not attack in flak areas. During those days German
fighters were the best. Making matters worse, we had no fighter escort.
The experienced fighters attacking our formation knew all the tricks.
Imagine, our loss with no experience, facing an enemy who had made
combat their profession – this is the part of life that develops youth
into manhood or you no longer exist. After a continuous attack by the
German fighters we then entered another phase.
On our attempted return to our base, approaching the northwest coast of
France, the sight of the English Channel boosted our moral. Still with
distance to go and being attacked by many German fighters seemed to me
there was no end to this mission. The excitement and surprises can never
be described. For each attack by the enemy fighters, there will remain
the pinging sound of bullets entering and exiting our bomber fuselage.
Still being attacked and losing altitude with two engines gone, we could
only expect the worst. Only a few feet above the water and now the third
engine on fire, we were braced for the crash.
On impact the bomber broke into two parts – the tail section going
down first with three crewmembers. The front section was still afloat.
We three survivors exited through the radio room hatch. I was the last
of the three survivors to escape. As I exited I jumped on the right
bomber wing, and then I jumped into the inflated rubber dinghy. Who
pulled the lever to inflate the two dinghies I will never know. The
dinghy on the right side was inflated; the dinghy on the left side did
not inflate due to damage by flak and bullets. We three survivors were
able to get into the inflated dingy. The back tail section of the bomber
sank first, followed by the front section. To add to the tragedy, we
were then strafed twice by the German fighter.
We crashed in the English Channel at approximately 12 o’clock. We
survived the flak, the German fighters, the crash, the strafing, and the
overturns of the dinghy, the high waves and ice-cold water for 14 long
miserable hours. We finally drifted to the French coast near Brest,
France. In our long ordeal we had no rescue effort or help from either
side. Both the Germans and Americans abandoned us.
Before drifting to the French coast we were overturned in the dinghy
many times. We had tied cords to our wrists – don’t remember how
cords were found – probably dingy survival kit. Each time we flipped
over we managed to help pull ourselves back into the dinghy. Waves were
so high that at one time I felt that I saw the top of a ship mast. Cold
and very cold was the menu of the day. We managed to stay alive by
slapping each other on the face. You dare not go to sleep.
After drifting to the French Coast we managed to crawl to a small,
abandoned shack. When you are wet and cold and in a cramped position for
14 hours you do not walk – you crawl. In the shack we covered our
bodies with leaves, paper and other trash to keep warm while we
slept…yes, we were more than exhausted.
At approximately 6 a.m., cold and dark, we could see in the distance a
light in a small French house. We walked to the house and were given
warm tea and bread by the frightened old French couple. We were also
given dry clothes in exchange for our flight suits. We asked if we could
sleep in the back room. We were refused because they were afraid of
German soldiers in the nearby post. We left seeking help and hoping to
make underground connections.
At approximately 9 a.m. German soldiers captured us. Our next long tour
of duty was a prisoners of war for the next 28 months in an arrogant
enemy country who were determined to control the world as a Super Power
and as a Super Race. I hope our present leader will never attempt to do
the same – yes, they have now made us believe we are the Modern Day
Super Power! How long will this last! |
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