The Great Escape - Veteran's Day
Steve McQueen made a famous movie about Allied prisoners escape attempts from German Luft Stalags in World War 2. What most folks don't know is his character was based partially on the war experiences of Alvin Vogtle.

Alvin Vogtle ultimately became the CEO of Southern Company, and a nuclear power plant near Waynesboro, Georgia was named in his behalf years ago.
Alvin Vogtle was educated at Auburn University and attended law school at the University of Alabama. In 1941, he joined the US Army Air Corps, having already been a civilian pilot.
Vogtle was captured as prisoner of war in January 1943 while on his 35th mission – a trip to carry a message to Bone, Algeria, that could not be transmitted by wire. Out of fuel because of a storm and taking flak behind enemy lines, he crash-landed at 80 mph, his Spitfire hitting a drainage ditch and splitting in half. He got quickly on his feet but was captured within a half-hour by some 40 German soldiers, led by officers on horseback.
After a night in jail and three days of interrogation in Tunis, he began his long train journey under guard to Germany, via Italy. In Rome he made his first getaway. When his guard turned away briefly in a market, he took off running. But wearing his leather flyer’s jacket and U.S. Army Air Corps uniform, he was quickly caught.
Later, while spending the night in the Frankfurt train station, Vogtle took from his sleeping guard all the papers seized from his plane and destroyed them. He eventually arrived at an interrogation center where he spent three weeks annoying his captors by providing them with only his name, rank and serial number.
His first POW camp was Offlag XXI-B in Poland, where women spit and threw horse manure on him and other flyers as they were led from the train to the camp, which Vogtle was glad to find was alive with escape planning and tunnel digging. By March, he and a companion had cut a hole in the barbed wire fence and were ready to escape the following night. Their exit was discovered, however, and their attempt foiled.
In April, Vogtle and a large group of American flyers rode three days in boxcars without food and water to the North Compound of Stalag Luft III, a POW camp for British air force officers and the site of “Tom,” “Dick” and “Harry” tunnels immortalized by the 1963 movie “The Great Escape.”
Vogtle quickly became a hard-working participant in the escape effort, excelling in stealing tunnel-building materials and bribing guards with Red Cross chocolate and homemade booze. He was the designated head of the “procurement committee.”
But Vogtle was not waiting for completion of the tunnels. On a July morning he went out the front gate, buried at the bottom of a trash wagon – his escape companion having been discovered because he had not rooted himself far enough into the stinking garbage. Traveling at night, guided by stars, and scaling the Carpathian Mountains, he covered 150 miles in 10 days, all the way to Czechoslovakia. However, civilians there turned him in to the Gestapo.
Once back in camp, Vogtle spent 14 days in solitary confinement, but that never seemed to deter him. Imprisonment was simply intolerable to him; he was so intensely private and independent. It made him feel like a caged animal.
For Vogtle, trying to escape was his responsibility as an American. It was his duty to occupy as many Germans as possible in trying to keep him fenced in. When a guard had been forced to travel with him back from Czechoslovakia, he knew that was one less German on the battlefront fighting the Allies.
When Vogtle and the other Americans were moved to the South Compound of Stalag Luft III, he again began looking for a way out. It was like a game for him. He spent his days watching the routine activities of the camp, searching for an opportunity, a weak spot in its defense. He eventually devised two plans but had to abort both. The first time his companion was caught going out the barbed wire they had cut, leaving Vogtle to slither back to his barracks. The second time, when he planned to slip out with a parcels detail, his companion – another perennial escapee – was being watched too closely.

Alvin Vogtle (third from right) and bunkmates in front of their victory garden at the south compound of Stalag Luft III.
Not even the execution of 50 British flyers caught after their escape through the North Compound tunnel “Harry” – many of them his friends – deterred Vogtle. At 5-foot-7, he planned to go out in a mailbag in January 1945 but never got the chance. With the Allies advancing, the entire camp was moved one windy night in six inches of snow, marching 34 miles in 27 hours before being packed into unventilated boxcars.
At a water stop, the POW chain of command issued orders that anyone who wanted to try to escape could. Vogtle and John Lewis went out the window at a stop in Moosburg. They covered 90 miles in four nights of snow, rain and one of the coldest winters on record in northern Europe, building fires to warm themselves. When they finally took refuge in a hayloft, they were discovered by farm children the next day and recaptured.
At their new camp – Stalag Luft VII-A – they found not only their former campmates but a total of 80,000 POWs of all nationalities, rank and service branch. It was chaos. And Vogtle loved it. He was free again by the end of February.
Dressed like British orderlies, Vogtle and Herb Spire slipped into a large group of POWs being taken to Munich to work and, once there, broke away from their smaller detail when their guard turned to give directions to a woman. They soon connected with Frenchmen who gave them a multi-stop route by train toward Switzerland. Nervous that he would eventually be asked to show identification, Vogtle left Spire within 100 miles of Switzerland and set out on his own. He had a map; that was all he needed
He hiked through snow drifts, stole a bike and swam or crossed five creeks. When he came to the Rhine River, in the darkness of an early morning, he again started swimming. He made it halfway across the frigid water before the strong current turned him back. As he ran down the river’s edge, he discovered a rowboat. He untied it and rowed into Switzerland and freedom. Dawn was breaking. It was March 3, 1945. Mission finally accomplished, focus still in tact.

Alvin's focus in World War 2 served him well. He prospered in business, and attained the highest levels of success in the electric utility industry. He was a family man and enjoyed his children and grandchildren. His granddaughter Katie, only 16 years old when he died, never heard her grandfather's secrets - only the declassified public knowledge of World War 2 history.

Katie Kirtley has written a new book detailing the CODE USER (CU) messages her grandfather included in his letters home from the Stalags.
Pilots who flew particularly risky missions were trained in the use of a code technique, which was declassified only in the past twenty years. These men were called CU's or Code Users. Even at the time of Vogtle's death, he could not divulge this information to anyone. CU letters were intercepted by the American Red Cross and forwarded to a PO Box in Arlington, VA, where letters were steamed open, decoded, resealed, and forwarded to the family. Her book will detail the encrypted messages along with the daily banter of a prisoner or war writing home to his family.
She always knew her grandfather was a hero, and now has a deeper understanding of heroism and commitment of a man who took secrets to his grave.
God Bless our veterans, our heroes, old and new.
God Bless America.



