TREVOR BURNS' ODYSSEY ENDS

• Document Type: CREST
• Collection: General CIA Records
• Document Number (FOIA) /ESDN (CREST): CIA-RDP75-00149R000100570010-1
• Release Decision: RIPPUB
• Original Classification: K
• Document Page Count: 1
• Document Creation Date: November 11, 2016
• Document Release Date: February 12, 1999
• Sequence Number: 10
• Publication Date: May 26, 1964
• Content Type: NSPR

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;long, I estimated, anew' I wa'si
!a goner, but I sure didn't want{
to
o that
"
g
way.
He struck at the sharks with!
'a small nocket knira hnf f.>.?
to urns finally made it
Houston Saturday.
And it ?urprised the heck out
of him. Ile hadn't thought he'd
To get here. Burns had ahan-
bean, swuln~ for 28 hours, fought
Castro sy rpathizer
convinced
,
this wife e really was lost for
12 days, 4and convinced himself
that it all really happened.
In From North
When h did get here-he
came in 4ioc m the north, from
!Jackson, h.
! And his
"That's tow it all got start-
ed," grin ed Burns, 43, a
Puerto Rico ai the time-last9" 'U Cayman, because that's urposes: You know, show they
'Feb. 15--and she was in Syra-jw Burns ran into, orld how generous they could,
cuse." couldn't find it, its just a? e to a poor cast-up American.';
Burns Was in the outdoor's`' k, so I pointed her north: The Castro officials took him!
amusement business in Sanla' l hoped I'd hit one of the` o Havana in a plush private
Juan,.and fanned to enter thatii.i t . Caymans. I didn't-I ran lane, and put him in a a plush'
business here. He had a bat-'?i' f gas 85 miles off the Cuban uite at the Habana Libre. He'
' and ditched." t as examined by Dr. Jose Mar;
tered Taylo craft that he iutend-'c?
.
ed to fly - t Houston-via Port- . ft rns figured lie was a goner os, Castro's personal physician;
au-Prince, i ontego Bay, Grand; ie had nothing but a Ma.e, "They wanted me to meet
cayman, an I Key West. qtr`s lifejacket, but he dldn'i? astro himself, but I declined,"
;auuaLeiy urew no blood.
"I would really have been'
torn up, had I," he said, shak-i
ping his head. "I finally drove;
them off by blowing air out;
through my lips, with my head.
under water. Sort of a Bronx,,,
cheer."
he drove off seven big sharks.
Finally, exhausted, he pulled,
himself up on a coral reefs
where, the next day, a Cuban,
patrol boat crew rescued him.'
."What To Do"
The seamen gave him first,
id for exposure and,the coral:
uts, and took him to Cienfue-
as, where he was questioned`
y Cuban officers off a "Rus-
ian-built torpedo boat and a;
ussian-type destroyer.
"They had me
but they didn't'
,
ing to meet my wife know what to do with me,"'
.e were going to. set- not, then line squalls, haze, Burns said. "They finally - de."
"I had nb instruments." he T Vjugurea -it was the end, but; L-.cneLuu~oans took hun on "Coil
Bay, bound ! or Grand Caman :ea. 1 hadn't been swim-' hied aiid allied him at, faslt=
Y mi. q for 10 minutes when they. re
the Weathe Bureau told mei nable
there was do Ytraordinar "I'M shark started circling mc.! s aurants. i
GIMM tire. rove', rr s~ ' -OO449ROOO100 700 0-1
~i ? ? e l es was 13, feet 5, was told.