Stalag 17

I don't know about you,
but it makes me sore seeing those
war pictures about flying leathernecks,

and submarine patrols, and frogmen,
and guerrillas in the Philippines.

What gets me is that there
never was a movie about P.O.W. S...

...about prisoners of war.
My name is Clarence Harvey Cook -
they call me Cookie.

I was shot down over Magdeburg,
Germany, back in '43.

That's why I stammer sometimes,
especially when I get excited.

I spent two and a half years in Stalag 17.
"Stalag" is German for prison camp.
Number 17
was somewhere on the Danube.

There were about
40,000 P.O.W. S there -

if you count the Russians,
the Poles and the Czechs.

In our compound,
there were about 630 of us.

All American airmen - radio operators,
gunners and engineers. All sergeants.

Now, put 630 sergeants together and,
oh mother, you've got yourself a situation!

There was more fireworks shooting
off around that joint...

Take the story about the spy
we had in our barracks.

It was about a week before
Christmas in '44.

Two of our guys,
Manfredi and Jonson, to be exact,

were just getting set
to blow the place.