Beyond The Call: The True Story of One World War II Pilot's Covert Mission to Re

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This inspiring true story of veteran Air Force bomber pilot Robert Trimble, who laid his life on the line to rescue World War II POWs on the Eastern Front.Near the end of World War II, thousands of Allied ex-prisoners of war were abandoned to wander the war-torn Eastern Front. With no food, shelter, or supplies, the POWs were an army of dying men. As the Red Army advanced across Poland, the Nazi prison camps were liberated. In defiance of humanity, the freed Allied prisoners were discarded without aid. The Soviets viewed POWs as cowards, and regarded all refugees as potential spies or partisans.The United States repeatedly offered to help, but were refused. With relations between the Allies strained, a plan was conceived for an undercover rescue mission. In total secrecy, the OSS chose an obscure American air force detachment stationed at a Ukrainian airfield. The man they picked to undertake it was veteran 8th Air Force bomber pilot Captain Robert Trimble.With little covert training, Trimble took the mission. He would survive by wit, courage, and determination. This is the compelling, true story of an American hero who risked everything to bring his fellow soldiers home to safety and freedom.INCLUDES PHOTOS

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Lee Trimble was born in 1950, the son of Captain Robert M. Trimble. He was educated in science and technology at Pennsylvania State University and received an MS at Stevens Institute of Technology in New Jersey. He worked in research and development on lasers, electronics, and semiconductors, and has been a scientific writer and reviewer for various scholarly and professional journals. He has lately retired from the tech world, and works rehabilitating problem dogs, including work in conjunction with SPCA International and the U.S. military on "Operation Baghdad Pups."Jeremy Dronfield is a multi-faceted writer, biographer, and novelist, with a special interest in WWII aviation. He began in archaeology, gaining his PhD at Cambridge University. In 1997 his debut novel, The Locust Farm, was a bestseller in the United Kingdom. He is also the author of Resurrecting Salvador, Burning Blue (a novel about the experiences of a U.S. pilot in WWII), and the critically acclaimed The Alchemist's Apprentice. He is also coauthor of several historical biographies, including one about the life of the Russian spy Moura Budberg.

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Praise for Beyond the Call"An untold story from those last days of WWII in Europe when the unthinkable became real—when our ally had turned against us, when our POWs were left to die, and when a veteran pilot would receive a harrowing final mission—to 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 officer's guile and bravery in the face of forces much larger and more powerful than himself. But it is also a moving and appalling tale of the full horror of World War II's 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 Sacrifice"A little-known set of moving adventures, well-researched and presented."—Kirkus Reviews"Trimble's son has provided a riveting, tense, and ultimately satisfying account of his father's heroic effort."—Booklist"This account delivers a different story from the norm...a remarkable (and virtually unknown) story of courage in the face of incredible danger."—Library Journal"A brilliantly told story of a true unsung hero."—History of War Magazine

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Praise for Beyond the Call "An untold story from those last days of WWII in Europe when the unthinkable became real--when our ally had turned against us, when our POWs were left to die, and when a veteran pilot would receive a harrowing final mission--to 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 officer's guile and bravery in the face of forces much larger and more powerful than himself. But it is also a moving and appalling tale of the full horror of World War II's 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 Sacrifice "A little-known set of moving adventures, well-researched and presented."-- Kirkus Reviews "Trimble's son has provided a riveting, tense, and ultimately satisfying account of his father's heroic effort."-- Booklist "This account delivers a different story from the norm...a remarkable (and virtually unknown) story of courage in the face of incredible danger."-- Library Journal "A brilliantly told story of a true unsung hero."-- History of War Magazine

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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS ABBREVIATIONS Captain Robert M. Trimble''s route from the UK to Ukraine, January-February 1945. Map by J. Dronfield Eastern Europe, early 1945. Captain Trimble''s area of operations. Map by J. Dronfield PREFACE By 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 more 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 didn''t want foreigners wandering around in his territory, seeing things he didn''t 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 I''ll give you yours seemed to be the attitude. Roosevelt and Churchill rightly mistrusted Stalin''s 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 men--not to mention the other Allied ex-prisoners--from 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 you''d 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 couldn''t 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. He''d 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 he''d 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. -- Dad''s 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 he''d been a bomber pilot in the war, and I wanted to hear those stories again in detail and learn more about his earlier life. He had been a mystery throughout my life. He was a sociable, friendly kind of guy, yet he wasn''t 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 war--and that I''d brought a recorder with me to preserve his memories--he frowned and said, "All right, if that''s 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 didn''t 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 heroics--my brother Robert (who was named for him), my sister Carol (who was born in the midst of it all), and I. He didn''t talk about the war very often, but when you got him started, he always spoke vividly, reliving the memories as he spoke--right 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 hadn''t 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 Dad''s 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 Dad''s feelings started to come out. "Lee," he said, "I don''t 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 more than once." I was mystified. Suddenly he''d opened up a seam of memory I knew nothing about. "What do you mean?" "Don''t 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. "There''s 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 whi≤ I was so excited. But while I was in Europe something happened to me that changed how I looked at life.

Details ISBN0425276058 Author Jeremy Dronfield Short Title BEYOND THE CALL Pages 352 Language English ISBN-10 0425276058 ISBN-13 9780425276051 Media Book Format Paperback Year 2016 Publication Date 2016-02-02 Imprint Dutton Caliber Subtitle The True Story of One World War II Pilot's Covert Mission to Rescue POWs on the Eastern Front Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2016-02-02 NZ Release Date 2016-02-02 US Release Date 2016-02-02 UK Release Date 2016-02-02 Publisher Dutton Caliber DEWEY 940.544973 Illustrations 16 PAGE B/W INSERTS Audience General We've got this

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