Len Smith and Lou Loevsky at Stalag VII A,
Mooseburg, Germany (2) days after liberation by Gen. George Patton, April 29, 1945.
Len, Lou and Wayne Beigel at Stalag Luft III Reunion
Norfolk, VA 29, April 1990. The the three (3) living survivors of (20) Aircrew Members of
the B-24's "Terry & The Pirates" and the "BRAND".
(Still Going Strong!)
Lou and his Wife Molly are very active in Veterans
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LOUIS LOEVSKY, born 1920, enlisted U.S.
Army Air Corps December 26, 1941. Graduated Aviation Mechanic School and B-26 Specialist
School. "Washed Out!"
pilot training. He graduated Navigation School,
Hondo, TX, November 1943, he joined the 8th Air Force 466th
BG. Stationed at Attlebridge, England.
On March 22, 1944, 466th BG flew their first mission. . . to Berlin. Our
B-24 the "Terry and the Pirates" was hit by flak over Berlin and we lost the #1
propeller. A mid-air collision ensued causing "Terry" to lose props #2 and #3.
The "Brand" a B-24 lost its tail, causing it to go into a tight spin. Len Smith,
a Bombardier, was trapped in the "Terry" nose turret, the electrical and manual
systems rendered it inoperable by the crash. The turret would not turn so that its doors
could open to let Len out. Len had sustained substantial injury. For me to extricate Len
from his predicament was most difficult since he was in shock and kept removing his gloves
(at 35oF or below) and oxygen mask (at 23,500). I tried putting his
mask and gloves back on repeatedly while trying to spring the nose turret door open, I put
an arm around his chest and pulled him out, that was quite an achievement. Eventually Lou
got Len out and released the bombs in train. Thirteen of 20 crewmembers were KIA, 5
"Terry" and 8 "Brand."
After assisting Len to bail out, our pilot "Bill" Terry yelled,
"Hey, Lou wait for me!" I waited until he left the control column then bailed
out through the bomb bay. Distrusting the Germans I free fell and saw one parachute open
above me which had to be Terrys. While free-falling I realized that with the
"H" (Jewish) on my dog tags I risked being shot as a spy, if I ripped them off
and threw them away
and risked being shot as a Jew if I left them on and fell into
the hands of the Gestapo or S.S.! I left them on. While free falling I thought of the
gross of condoms scattered in every pocket of every uniform
"My parents will
think they raised a sex fiend!" Continued - click here