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In fact, officers throughout Block B were feeling nervous. They ate whatever they could stomach and smoked. Some drank a glass of wine to bolster their courage. Others abstained, believing that a drink would dull their wits when they most needed them. He imagined his planned journey through the tunnel and the subsequent swim across the Weser. Once on the opposite bank he hoped to navi gate quickly and quietly through the surrounding fields of corn and rye, eluding any pursuers.

Lieutenant Col. Charles Rathborne paced through the barracks hallways before stopping in to say goodbye to Durnford. With one more hour to wait, they put on their escape outfits and layered their pajamas over them to keep the clothes clean on the crawl through the tunnel. As the minutes ticked away, the wind continued to gust, and occasional lightning illuminated the sky in the distance.

Rain had yet to fall, but it surely would. So if the prisoners did manage to break out from the tunnel, the storm would leave them soaked to the bone before they even reached the Weser.

Finally, at 10 p. The door locked shut again. Fifteen minutes later Gray informed Durnford that all was clear. Time to go. Durnford made his way through the corridors, spreading the word that the plan was proceeding and that each man should be ready when his time came.

The tunnelers, carrying their boots to keep quiet and with their kit bags slung over their shoulders, crept out of their rooms and climbed the stairwell to the attic of Block B, where one of the rooms had been fitted with a hidden panel. As the team assembled one last time, there was no need for speeches or last-minute instructions.

They just wished one another well. Outside, the storm howled. Given his prowess as an Army sapper, Lt. Walter Butler was chosen to go first and dig to the surface. Butler muttered a short prayer before pushing his kit bag into the tunnel and following it in. The only other officers in the cham ber, Lt. Andrew Clouston and Capt. William Langran, would join him after 30 minutes, giving Butler time to cut through to the surface.

The first stretch, with its down ward slope, was easy going. Although he had crawled his way through the top scores of times, this time was different: The others were depending on him like never before.

He needed to move quickly, and his burrowing to the surface had to escape detection from the guards. Other wise, nine months of heartache and labor would amount to nothing. Worse still, it might get them all shot. With his kit in one hand and a candle in the other, he efficiently squirmed through the tunnel, praying as he went.

Without pause he started digging a path straight upward. His trowel made easy work of the soft dirt and clay, which poured down on top of him—coating his hair, covering his eyes and ears, trick ling down his neck—yet he paid no mind to the discom fort.

He would have scrambled away—if there was anywhere to go. Instead, he lay flat and motionless as a stone. His claustrophobia was making him more anxious than ever. Blain angled his head to the side, his eyes adjusting enough to the light to see that it was simply the glare of the arc lamps through the hole.

But he found himself immobilized all the same. Behind him, Gray demanded to know what was going on. Finally, the young pilot wrenched free and moved ahead again, his heart beating like a drum. After several more feet Blain finally reached the tunnel exit and breathed a cool draft of fresh air.

He rose to his knees, then to his feet in what he figured might well become his vertical grave. Only the encouragement from Kennard and Gray kept him moving. Blain eased his kit out into the field and then squirmed upward. As his head rose out of the tunnel, he expected to hear the crack of a gunshot. When he heard only the patter of raindrops, he finally calmed.

It was almost 1 a. Sixty yards away the arc lamps swinging in the wind cast Holzminden in a ghostly white pallor. The lone guard continued pacing back and forth by the wall, his rifle tucked under his arm, his coat collar tight around his neck.

The wind blew from the southwest, providing them audible cover for movement. Blain carefully and slowly eased himself up onto the field. He kept his body low as he scrambled through the rows of beans. When he looked back toward the tunnel exit, he saw Kennard, Gray and the others emerge in close succession. To Blain it looked like their heads and feet were almost connected, resembling a huge, mud-splattered crocodile. He almost laughed at the curious but exhilarating spectacle.

As he reached the stand of rye, some fallen stalks rustled beneath him. Neal Bascomb. He waited at the edge of the field for Gray and Kennard to reach him. In whispers they debated advanc ing into the rye or else crawling along its edge until they were far enough away from the camp. Gray decided that proceeding directly through the stalks was the quickest way, and he was sure that the rainfall and wind would sufficiently drown out the noise of the stalks underfoot.

The three threaded their way into the rye field, with Blain convinced the guard would soon hear their move ments and set the dogs on their trail. When no cry of alarm was raised, he relaxed enough to straighten up from his crouched walk and hasten his pace. After traversing the rye field they came to the main road that ran between Holzminden and Arholzen, the nearest town to the northwest.

They knew that the police patrolled the stretch of road on bicycles at night. So the escapees waited at the side of the road until they were sure the coast was clear. After Gray led them northward through more fields of rye and corn to the top of a low hill, they dropped their rucksacks and took a brief rest.

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