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Welcome to the Great Adventurers of Old Time Radio from Boise, Idaho. This is your host Adam Graham. In a moment we're going to bring you this week's episode of Cloak and Dagger. But first I do want to encourage you. If you're enjoying podcast, please follow us using your favorite podcast software and today's program is brought to you in part by the financial support of our listeners. You can support the show on a one time basis, support.greatdetectives.net and become one of our ongoing Patreon supporters for as little as $2 per month at patreon.greatdetives.net but now, from September 8, 1950, here is the Overground Railroad.
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Are you willing to undertake a dangerous mission behind the enemy lines, knowing you may never return alive? What you have just heard is the question asked during the war to agents of the oss ordinary citizens, who to this question answered, yes, this is cloak and dagger. Black warfare, espionage, international intrigue. These are the weapons of the OSS. In tonight's episode, Overground Railroad, the part of Lt. Fontanne, OSS agent who helped thousands of American airmen escape to safety, is played by Les Tremaine. The story is suggested by actual incidents recorded in the Washington files of the Office of Strategic Services, a story that can now be told. When a flyer was forced down behind enemy lines, he was just another fugitive moving cautiously at night to avoid detection. Fighting for survival. His shelter was a haystack or a hedgerow for food. He dug raw potatoes or turnips from the field, and in his panic he was always just one Step ahead of the Gestapo. With no knowledge of the country and no friend to whom he could turn, a few of the lucky ones managed to escape back to England. I met one of those lucky ones in Colonel Johnson's office at OSS headquarters in London. Lieutenant Fontanne, this is Major Davidson. How do you do, Major? Glad to know you, Fontan. Before I ask Major Davidson to tell you a story, I want to say something. Yes, Colonel Johnson. At its narrowest, the English Channel is only 20 miles wide. Yet it took Major Davidson here more than a year to get across. And hundreds of Allied pilots all over France haven't been able to make it yet. And if something isn't done to help them, they never will. But, Colonel, with the Nazis occupying France. With the Nazis occupying France, the Channel is still only 20 miles wide. Our trouble has been that up to now we've had no contact with the French underground, no way of helping them smuggle pilots out of France. All right, Major Davidson, go ahead, tell your story now. Well, I was shot down over the south of France coming back from a bombing mission. The rest of the crew was killed. Just my co pilot, Johnny Porter, and me left. Yes, go on, Major. We figured our numbers were up. Any flyer forced down on enemy territory figures that nowadays. But we were lucky. A farmer picked us up and hit us overnight. And then the next morning, a big black limousine drove up and a woman about 60 got out. She took us to her house in Paris and kept us there. She found a way to smuggle us across a channel with a fisherman just a few days ago. Who was this woman, Major? Her name is Madame Annette Joubert. I used to tell her she meant more to the Yankee team than Joe DiMaggio. During the time we were with her, she managed to collect two more of our boys. But she has no way of getting them out of France. Well, what do you think, Fontanne? Just what you think, Colonel. For the first time, OSS has a lead, a contact. What'd you say this woman's name was, Major Joubert. Madame Annette Gilbert. And quite a gal, too, Colonel Johnson. With her help, maybe we can set up a chain of waystations, establish a, shall we say, an overland railroad, collect our flyers and move them like chessmen right across France to the Channel. How soon can you leave? Anytime you say, Colonel Johnson. Anytime. Oh, by the way, Major, how will I be able to identify myself to Madame Gilbert? Did you agree on any code word? Anything? Yes. Here you are. A black lace garter. I left London a few days later and landed the Next morning, on the coast of France, a disguised fishing boat let me off and I made my way to Paris undetected. It was spring, 1944. I was going to know April in Paris, but not the way any American tourist before the war had known it. The red dawn was touching the roofs of Paris, the golden dome of the Pantheon. Most of the city was still dreaming of other, better springtimes before the Germans came. Then the city started to wake up. Wine and fresh macare bakers were at work through the windows, wetting the dough. The waiters from the cafes were sweeping into the gutter the cigarette butts that their customers had dropped onto the tables the night before. For a few minutes it was the Paris my mother had talked about. And then an official Nazi car turned the corner and I knew that everything had changed. My way to 46 Rue D', Ancue, where I'd find Madame Annette Joubert. Madame Joubert. Madame Joubert.
