brothers, who wouldnât want to be caught dead in a crusaderâs church. Under cover of a moonless night, they made their way through dangerous countryside that had been friendly and serene only a week before. To a man, they wore the same kind of sensible shoe, an Oxford style appropriate for the halls of science and academia but ill suited for the terrain they now traversed.
They had only walked twenty minutes from the church when a small Soviet patrol crossed their path. Kasiko didnât hesitate or delay. He opened fire and killed all three Soviets before they knew what hit them. The seven gentle scientists were horrified as he then took out a knife and stabbed each one in the heart without wasting precious ammunition.
Kasiko felt their looks. He went over to one of the Cossacks and pulled a radio from his dead hands. âWith this he would have had half the Russian Army here looking to skin you alive. Itâs my job to keep you safe and get you out of here. That is the only thing you should judge of me. I am going. If you are behind me, then you will be free. If not, itâs your life.â
The brothers Brodenchy were stunned but the younger observed to himself, âStrength, decisiveness, no mercy is the key to survival.â The young scientist-in-training had just learned a lesson he would never forget.
Kasikoâs plan was to travel by night on the back roads and forests that the Russians did not yet control; the group would then rest at two farms over two nights before finally crossing into the Alps on the third night by railcar. Kasikoâs uncle, a railroad foreman, had pre-arranged their meeting at a watering station.
Kasiko had little discussion with the men entrusted to him; he didnât want to be distracted. Every sense he had was tuned to danger. He could almost smell the Soviets on the wind if they were close.
Kasikoâs arms waved downward in big sweeping arcs as the seven men behind him silently lowered themselves to hug the ground. After a minute, the freedom fighter came to the center of them and whispered, âThere are Hungarian Home Guards up over that ridge. Wait here.â
As he scampered off in silence, the last thing the men saw was Kasiko reach inside his jacket. They could only imagine what type of terrible knife he was about to dispatch the Home Guard with. Each avoided the otherâs stare, no doubt feeling guilty that their presence meant the death of more men. A minute passed and they saw Kasiko waving them on from the top of the rise. No one wanted to go first. They all feared the gore and blood surely awaiting their eyes. One more emphatic wave from Kasiko got them moving. As they reached the rise, the first to go over looked back in shock to the six straggling behind. Soon those six came across the same scene.
Kasiko was dolling out bread and wine from the guard shack to the scientists with the help of the Home Guards. Each man took a bottle and two loaves of bread. When the guard shack was well behind them, Dr. Ensiling asked, âWere those men partisans?â
âNo, Doctor, just open to being bribed. What did you think I needed your money for?â Kasiko moved up front to his lead position.
Dr. Ensiling breathed his first deep breath that evening. Maybe he wasnât such a bad sort, this Kasiko.
The rest of their journey was blessedly uneventful until they reached the watering station. They had arrived three hours ahead of the meeting time. Kasikoâs uncle had seven workers ready to disembark the train so that the six men and Kasiko could assume their places and sleeping bunks for the two-day train ride through northern Europe. Unexpectedly, Soviet troops had descended on the railroad siding. The reason became apparent as the men watched the tracks from a berm two kilometers off. A Russian armament train with troops, tanks, trucks, and even folded-wing airplanes stopped to fill its water tanks at the tower.
âWe wait for the