LOOK, NO FANS!
What a night, CAVU all the way over and back, and contact flights were
rare during the monsoon season. I was on my way back on the Charlie
Course, when all of a sudden an explosive flash of blinding light
crossed the sky. The flash originated in the vicinity of Paoshan, about
40 miles southeast of us. At first I thought it was a bombed ammunition
dump, but knowing the area fairly well, I concluded it was a plane
crashing into a mountain. A prayer formed in my mind, "God, I hope they
got out before it hit." |
At the same time, the cust shell of the Hump's armor seemed to have been softened somewhat by the steady punching thrown by crew members of the first lost plane as they successfully battled their paths to safety. At about 0620 July 18, the left engine of airplane 430 began to stutter and the pilot gave the order to prepare to abandon ship. Private Popiel, second operator and working under the supervision of First Operator McConnell, relinquished the transmitter to McConnell and climbed into his chute. A few seconds later, the left engine burst into flames and the bail-out order was given. It wasn't a simple task. With the plane losing altitude rapidly, progress toward an exit was necessarily accomplished on all fours, while Corporal Kimmel was forced to scramble into his parachute while lying on his back. Kimmel went first from an altitude of twelve to fourteen thousand feet, but found that an exit was not easy upon discovering that he had become lodged in the frame of the emergency exit. The well-planted boot of M/Sgt Perrelli freed him and a few moments later his silk had billowed open. A few minutes later, Popiel catapulted clear and the wind took over for him as he yanked his rip cord. Kimmel's chute caught in a grass hut and left his feet dangling two or three feet above the ground, while Popiel landed in a marshy spot some distance away. Kimmel's jungle kit was complete, while Popiel found himself equipped with only a knife, a compass which later became inoperative, matches, mosquito netting, quinine and fishing line. Popiel fired his pistol several times, and getting no answer, began to make his way through the thick jungle growth after abandoning his bulky kit. Hearing the sound of running water, he searched for the stream. Coming upon it and finding that it flowed in a south-westerly direction, he followed it closely the first day. He spent the night on a rock at the stream's edge. Waking early the next day, he set out again, electing to shove on rather than make an attempt at fishing since his matches and available wood were damp. Later, while negotiating a log, he dropped and lost his knife. On the third day, there was still nothing edible to be found. The sun emerged from the clouds and Popiel took off his clothes to dry. A look at his body revealed that he had company. He was covered with leeches. Later that day he saw a C-47 flying rather low, but it gave no indication of seeing him as he frantically waved his jacket. The fourth day came close to being Popiel's last, for in fording a stream he stepped into a deep hole and went under. He saved himself by grasping a rock when he came to the surface. It was at this time that he first noticed how the lack of nourishment had weakened him. He had also managed to lose his gun earlier in the day. Toward the latter part of the afternoon, Popiel discovered a native raft. This gratifying sight was an opportunity that couldn't be wasted, so he sat and waited for the owner to appear. Said owner obliged within approximately ten minutes, in the company of his wife, and the sight of the unexpected birdman caused a little hesitancy. They took him across the stream to their village and gave him food and shelter but keeping him under close observation. The following morning the three of them started for the nearest allied outpost and soon met a Cauchin (Kachin?) patrol that had been launched on a search for them. Greetings were exchanged, a guide was acquired from the searching party, they resumed the trek, and on the way picked up M/Sgt Parelli at another village. Three hours later, the party reached the outpost of Tingnam (Tignan?), where they were received by the British Officer in charge and met F/O Sellers and Kimmel. The journey was resumed August 26 and Ft, Hertz was reached seven days later. Kimmel's story is similar, although it was his fortune to encounter natives a few minutes after he settled to earth. He was taken to the chief's hut where he was given rice and eggs. Kimmel made his way to Tignan afer walking, being carried and even riding a bicycle. Several days later, Private Dragon and Disabito bailed out of 296 somewhere beyond Tali, with Dragon hitting the silk when the plane had dropped to approximately 700 feet. Fortunately the crew landed close together and after a night in the open, left in search for guides. Hours passed with no word from them, and so another man started in the direction of Tali. Finally, the remaining two set out and arrived at the home of a Chinese Magistrate. After spending the night at the home of the magistrate where they found the other three members of the crew, the five men were provided horses and shown the way to Younnan Yi (Yunnanyi). They arrived there 5 days later and at that point found a way back here. --By S/Sgt W.R. England |
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