|Irvin A. Borton|
|PFC. IRVIN BORTON
Private First Class Irvin Borton, son of Mrs. Ed Borton, arrived safely in England.
He is with the Armored Engineers.
He received his training at Camp Chaffee, AR and Camp Cooke, CA.
|Sergeant Barney Borton arrived home Friday from Italy on
a furlough of 21 days plus travel time. He is visiting his parents, Mr.
and Mrs. Ed Borton, 609 Erin Street. Sergeant Borton, in the Air Corps,
has been overseas for the past 21 months. He took part in the invasion
of North Africa. For the past six months, he has been in Italy.
He entered the Armed Services on March 20, 1942. His three brothers are serving overseas at present, Irvin and Albin somewhere in England, and Staff Sergeant Borton in Iran.
|Private Albin Borton, son of Mr. and Mrs. Ed Borton, 609
Erin Street, has arrived in England.
He entered the service in August 1942 and received his training with the Infantry at Camp Barkeley, Texas and the California desert.
He has three brothers serving overseas: Private First Class Irvin Borton, in England; Staff Sergeant Einar Borton, in Iran; and Sergeant Barney Borton, in Italy.
|30 Isolated Men Fight Way Out of Nazi Encirclement|
|WITH THE SIXTH ARMORED DIVISION IN BELGIUM—This is
the story of "Little Bastogne."
It concerns a platoon of Company B, 25th Armored Engineers, cut off by a Jerry attack three miles east of Bastogne but, unlike the defenders of Bastogne, no rescuers came to their assistance. In the group was Private First Class Irwin A. Borton of Eau Claire.
They had to get out the best way they could—this little band of 30 men in three separate outposts. And they did—by acting independently as ten-men squads, each unaware of the fate of the others.
"The odds were all against us after the platoon was split up," recalled First Lieutenant Frederick Zweig, 6214 Marmaduke Street, St. Louis, Missouri. "You can bet your sweet life I was really surprised after we finally got back to find that we had suffered only three casualties. How we did it, I'll never know."
Their toll of enemy dead and wounded was estimated at a conservative 50, despite the fact the Jerries had the drop on them and they had to expose themselves by leaving their well-dug-in positions to rejoin their unit.
"I attribute the fine stand made by the men to the good positions we had prepared and to the excellent use of our weapons," says Lieutenant Zweig.
The first squad cut off was led by Sergeant Paul Lukart, Pittsburgh, PA. They took on the Jerries both in front and rear of them and, with Private First Class Charles Wicker, Ville Strand, CA throwing .30 caliber machine gun fire with deadly accuracy, they accounted for approximately 10 casualties before deciding it was time to get out. They moved out on one flank and got into a woods, which already was filled with Jerries. They became "Nazis" themselves, long enough to get to their own lines, and then rejoined the forces on the main line of resistance 200 yards behind their original outpost.
Although communications were cut, Lieutenant Zweig and his squad leader, Staff Sergeant Jasper J. Catanzaro, 1211 Arch Street, Youngstown, Ohio, stuck it out in their entrenchments throughout the night. Germans attacked the position several times, coming so close that they, not only were able to mow them down with machine gun and rifle fire, but also offered themselves as grenade targets.
"We fired as fast as we could, just to give them the impression we were really in force on that hill," Sergeant Catanzaro said.
"Billy Masingill (a corporal from Miami, Florida) really had the ground mount hot. Then, after we hit fully 40 of them, they let up and we laid low, knowing that we were surrounded and that we'd have to make a break for it the best way we could!"
They stayed in their positions all night. Artillery fire from their own 155-mm. guns from midnight till dawn was the worst part of their experience, for their foxholes were solely designed to withstand enemy artillery.
In the morning, they had to make one of two decisions—whether to make a break for it and risk being hit by the Jerries or to stay and get hit by their own artillery.
They elected to get out—and it was a wise choice, for not one hour after they wriggled out on their stomachs through the German lines, a Sixth Division Tank-Infantry force counterattacked and recaptured the lost ground, following a murderous artillery "carpet" that would have spelled "finis" in anybody's language.