Chapter 9
In June of 1944 word was smuggled into camp of a detachment of 60,000 Chinese troops, led by a Commander Wang, deployed in the vicinity of Weihsien. Rumor had it that Wang was actually planning to storm the camp and liberate us. This intelligence inspired two of our bolder internees to attempt an escape from camp, in order to make contact with the commander and his troops. The wisdom of this risky venture was, before and after, much debated. With steady Allied advances, the war was clearly coming to an end. What then was to be gained by an escape? And should the plan succeed, our captors would doubtless vent their wrath and frustration upon the rest of us. Yet, a successful escape would be a tremendous morale booster, and once free, our men could contact the Allies, furnishing them with valuable information and perhaps even procure desperately needed medical supplies for us.
The two conspirators, with the blessing of the
The two men who volunteered for the deed were
Charles Tipton and Art Hummel. Tipton was an Englishman, who formerly worked
for the British and American Tobacco Company. Hummel had been in graduate
studies in
The escape plot was hatched with a great deal of care. The date chosen for the attempt was June 9; the time, between 9 and 10 p.m. That night the moon would not rise until 10:40. Once over the wall the escapees would have a full hour of darkness. It had been observed that every night at nine o'clock there was a changing of the guard. The oncoming shift, customarily, would quickly patrol the perimeter of the camp and then retire for a ten-minute break for "ocha" (tea) and cigarettes before taking their positions in the six sentry towers.
The venue for the escape would be a spot along the western wall where the shadow of an adjacent sentry box kept it in darkness. Also, due to a slight jog in the wall, this strategic few yards was never illuminated by the rotating search lights.
To insure secrecy, only three persons in camp knew the actual time of the intended escape. One of these was Roy Tchoo, an American-Chinese, who would serve as a lookout. Another was Tommy Wade, who had done a thriving business in black-market goods. A tall, broad-shouldered fellow, Tommy had the tricky assignment of boosting the men over the electrified barbed wire atop the wall. A Catholic priest also helped as a lookout along the west wall.
As it happened, on the appointed night, we had
a front row seat for the drama. June 9 was muggy and hot. Sandra was already in
bed and the two of us were seated in the tiny patch of a yard in front of our
room. A little after nine o'clock Art Hummel came by, barely recognizable with
his darkened face and wearing the Chinese pajamas. A few moments later Wade
followed carrying a high stool. Tipton, who came from a different direction,
met the two men at the western wall beside the sentry tower. While
Once over the wall, the men concealed themselves behind the tomb mounds in the adjacent cemetery, expecting at any moment to hear the alarm siren. But everything had gone without a hitch. Under cover of darkness, for the moon had not yet appeared, Tipton and Hummel made their way to a rendezvous point at a near-by village. There, according to plan, they found some 20 armed Chinese soldiers waiting to escort them the 10 li (about 6 miles) to another juncture where horses were waiting for them.
Once mounted, they continued their flight
another 40 li until they arrived at Commander Wang's
headquarters. Here, guides were furnished to take them through enemy lines into
free
Incredibly, two full days passed without the Japanese discovering Tipton and Hummel's absence. At this point, our committee decided that it would go easier on the rest of us, if the wardens voluntarily reported that the men had escaped. Accordingly, the Discipline Commit-tee informed the Japanese commandant.
Predictably, when the report of our friends' disappearance reached the commandant's ears, it precipitated no small furor. Guards with police dogs were dispatched to scour the surrounding countryside, but to no avail.
The escapees' nine roommates were shut up in the compound church and interrogated nonstop for several days. In time, however, the authorities became convinced that the men did, in fact, know very little about either the escape plans or their colleagues' present whereabouts, and therefore released them.
Most vexing, the commandant now required the tedious roll calls twice a day at 8 a.m. and 5 p.m., each session taking a full hour. Beyond this, however, there were no other reprisals; nor did our captors resort to violence or torture, as some had feared.
Before their escape Tipton and Hummel worked out a plan whereby they could convey important and strategic information back to our camp leaders. They would write the news on waterproof paper that would be concealed in a mud ball, which a Chinese confederate would toss over the camp wall at a designated spot along the edge of the playing field.
Thus we began to receive a series of
dispatches from the men with fresh and reliable war news. In this way we heard
for certain that the war in
--- The Chinese word was simply "big bomb."
Once the escapees' shortwave radio was working
(this took some time as it had been damaged in the air drop, and parts had to
be replaced), the men contacted the Allied command in
Puzzling over the situation, he came up with an ingenious plan. The next list of medical supplies sent to the police for approval was strictly routine. But Egger instructed his secretary to leave a full four spaces between each item on the sheet. The Japanese officials asked no questions, affixed their seals to the paper and returned it to Egger. The consul now instructed his secretary to carefully type the full inventory of the medical shipment from Tipton and Hummel in the spaces between the lines.
When the wagons laden with medical supplies arrived at camp, the officers were amazed at these cart loads of heretofore unseen drugs. Examining the listing, however, they found all the proper seals affixed. In a manner nearly miraculous, this providential blessing arrived to not only ease suffering, but doubtless to save lives. Now, early critics of Tipton and Hummel's escape joined in praising the men for their courage and resourcefulness.
When our camp was liberated after V.J. Day, Tipton and Hummel returned and were accorded a heroes' welcome.