Bradley Briscoe Summers
A son’s perspective.
Bradley Briscoe Summers was born in Artesia New Mexico on 11 June 1919. New Mexico had only been a state for 7 years. His father, John Robert, farmed with some of his brothers in the Pecos river valley. In the early 1920s John decided to go west. There was homestead land available in Oregon. It took them 2 years of travel and working along the way there and eventually they were granted 160 acres in the Coos River Valley. They lived a pioneer life style there, having dirt floors and no running water. They worked odd jobs for various farmers as they were all skilled in mechanical things and building. There was no road in the valley. Everything came by boat. Every morning a boat would come up the river and collect milk from the dairies. It would make the same trip every afternoon for the evening milk. Bradley and his brothers rode that boat to school everyday.
Brad and his brother, John, joined the Oregon National Guard shortly before World War II. As the world went to war, they were mobilized and sent to Ft. Stevens (at the mouth of the Columbia River) and were there when Pearl Harbor was Bombed. Dad was able to transfer into the Army Air Corps and became a copilot in a B-17. He was shot down over Germany and spent 22 months as a prisoner of war. When he got back to the US, he purchased a 1941 Ford convertible with some of his back pay from when he was a POW. He had met Rachel Weller in Salt Lake City before going over seas. He would eventually marry her and move to Oregon where they raised 8 children on a small farm in the Sherwood area. His father, John Robert Summers would also live with them on that farm.
Growing up on that farm offset the humble wages our dad received working in a battery factory. We ate very well from the produce and animals we raised and we lived a life of freedom that most people do not experience. The road past the house was gravel and many day fewer than 10 cars past by. Dad was very resourceful and was able to fabricate things from whatever he could find. One year we tore down a house and for years we used those materials for an addition to the house and many other buildings around the place. He used some of the wiring to bring power to the barn so he no longer needed a Coleman lantern when he went to milk the cow in the short days of winter. We always had a milk cow and as the family grew we started milking two cows. As I got old enough to help, we would do the milking together every morning and every evening. This is where I remember getting to know my dad. We talked about everything. He had a rather pragmatic nature which made it easy to talk about anything. I knew that he would never get over excited no matter how controversial the subject. That said, he had very strong feelings of patriotism, the ethic of work and honesty. But he could speak very logically even when the subject was opposed to his way of thinking. He loved and respected Rachel and that was a great example to me and my siblings. We knew that if there was a “pecking order” we all fell somewhere below that of our mother’s place on that list. He was always doing things for others. He helped neighbors with various projects for which he had the skills. He always served in our church. If there was a family in need of service, he would be there. I remember accompanying him to our church farm on weekends to help do maintenance on machinery. He always maintained our vehicles and taught me how to do the same. There was a lot of opportunity for this, because all of our machinery was old and well used.
My father was not one for appearances. He typically wore denim pants and a white tee shirt. He very rarely wore a tie. I would say that his strongest character trait was his honesty. He would always say what he felt was true. (Sometimes to our embarrassment). I have come to love and respect this about him. I believe he always went to bed with a clean conscience. All of his friends were true friends, there was nothing pretentious in him. Perhaps it was his experience of growing up with very little that gave him a certain confidence that didn’t require having to prove anything to anyone. Anyway, this is a glimpse of him that I remember. I am proud to have had such a great example of a father.
BJ Summers
Before reading Brad's story of being imprisoned at Stalag Luft III, below you can see some of his earlier experiences in the military.
Brad Summers
Brad Summers
Some of the guys used pieces of iron or something they could get hold of as a soldering iron, but when I got there I had had experience using a little alcohol torch before as a means of soldering, so I adopted some of the little grease lamps that the guys used to make light. They just used them for light when the Germans turned the power off, which they did whenever there was an air raid at night, they would turn the power off. Then it would be dark and interrupt your card game or whatever, so the guys made these little grease lamps, uses margarine in it and wick to burn. By putting a little blow pipe across the top this flame, you could blow out a real sharp clean flame and it was excellent for soldering. That's what I used all the time. We could do quite a little bit in making things, utensils and stuff.
As it goes everywhere, there's always some guy that comes up with an ingenious idea, and one guy made himself a real nice, like a suitcase, out of this tin. He joined these pieces together and made big enough sections, mad a real nice looking tin suitcase. He used a nail and went around and had a design on it. Had his initials and stuff, made a real nice design, kind of like you would tool leather. He used the end of a nail and mallet and made this design and it looked pretty nice. So, like everything else, other people had to try it. Some of them did pretty good, some of them were pretty lousy, didn't have the natural knack and skill to do a good job. The outcome of it was that the Germans didn't like the idea of everybody making suitcases. I guess, they thought we were all going to go somewhere. So, then they started a new deal that we had to turn back all of our tin cans before we could draw our Red Cross food packages again. So, it kind of backfired on us, but that didn't last too long. They went back to the old. I guess the senior officer convinced them that we weren't really planning a mass escape or anything like that.
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Stalag Luft POW Camp Life
Tualatin Life
POW Camps in Germany during WWII
https://www.b24.net/powCamps.htm
Hogan’s Heroes
https://www.uncommon-travel-germany.com/hogans-heroes.html#hogans-heroes-real
Stalag Luft III Photos
https://www.rafbf.org/great-escape/gallery
The Great Escape
https://www.rafbf.org/great-escape/about-the-great-escape
Wally’s War
https://wallyswar.wordpress.com/pow2/
Stalag 13
https://www.uncommon-travel-germany.com/stalag-13.html
Surviving a Nazi POW Camp
https://adst.org/2015/03/the-light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel-surviving-a-nazi-pow-camp/
Wartime Memories Project
https://www.wartimememoriesproject.com/ww2/pow/index.php
POW Photos
http://www.merkki.com/photo.htm
Lt Martin Fetherolf’s POW Diary
https://donmooreswartales.com/2012/05/25/martin-fetherolf/
AHFI Stalag Luft III Virtual Museum
http://www.comstation.com/afhi/museum/stalag/
Escaping Stalag Luft 3
Epilogue
Brad’s story was given to me by my sister, Susan, a few years ago. I knew it was a story that should be put on the Internet to preserve it for Brad’s descendants and for the world to know what a typical man had to endure behind behind a wire fence during WWII.
Brad died in the early part of this century, but I had known him since we first met at church during the 1960s. We had several things in common, one being we both lived quite a distance from the church, and he had 8 kids in his family in contrast to the 4 kids in our family. We even lived relatively close to each other.....perhaps 5 miles away. Both he and my father spent considerable time living in Germany, during the final days of World War II. (My father entered the service right at the end of conflict with Germany, and was assigned to tank destroyers, and troop trains.)
It was pretty common knowledge among his friends of his involvement in a POW camp, and Brad was not shy about answering questions. He was an unusually funny guy, and could have been a natural comedian. It wasn’t that he was trying to make stuff up to be funny……he simply WAS funny! Everybody who know him has stories to tell that will put a smile on your face, or horrify you in knowing the possible consequences of what happened around Brad and his family. Best of all, he was a genuine friend to all who knew him. Brad and Rachel (his wife of nearly a half century) were warm and friendly, and helpful to a fault. Their children have grown up to be outstanding citizens, and I believe that is a result of Brad and Rachel’s devotion to raising God’s gift to them.
As a teenager, I noticed the silkworm lapel pin Brad ALWAYS wore on his Sunday suit, and asked him about it. He explained that it represented being saved by his parachute. Following more questions, he explained how his flight crew was ferrying their B-17 across the Atlantic when the carbs froze up and they had to ditch in the Atlantic. I also asked about his POW experiences, and he explained that it was the same camp as the Great Escape took place, though he was unaware of it until it had been discovered by the Germans the next day. Brad said the remaining compounds had to stand all day in formation on the parade ground because one entire compound was missing from the daily appells .
It probably wasn’t very comfortable standing out there for so long, but I can only imagine that Brad was quietly cracking humorous comments now and then that kept the morale of the prisoners up and gave his buddies the confidence they needed to survive their ordeal. Though I’m just guessing on that, it would have been so like Brad to do that. By nature, he was a wonderful guy to know, and will never be forgotten by me. For that reason, I dedicate my efforts on this website to the memory of Brad Summers, his wife and their children.
NOTE: I should mention that Brad’s family has contributed some of the personal photos I’ve used on this site. To illustrate what Brad explained in his story, I’ve included many other photos and website links that depict what it was like at POW camps in Germany back then. As Brad’s kids supply further details, such as photos or personal comments, I will add to this site as appropriate.