Cleveland County herald. (Rison, Ark.) 1888-current, 1918-06-13
CHAPTER IV-Continued.


When my "ehummy enemy" first
started his conversation with me, the
German doctor in charge reprimanded
him for talking to me, but he paid no
attention to the doctor, showing that
some real Americanism had soaked
into his system while he had been in
the u. s. A. | asked him one day what
he thought the German people would
do after the war; if he thought they
would make Germany a republic. and
much to my surprise he said very bit
terly, IF / had my way about it, l
would make her a republic today and
hang the ID kaiser in the bar
gain" And yet he was considered an
excellent soldier. I concluded, how
ever, that he must have been a Ger
man socialist though he never told me
so. On one occasion l asked him for
his name, but he said that I would
probably never see him again and it
didn't matter what his name was. I
did not know whether he meant that
the Germans would Starve me out, or
just what was ON his mind, for at that
time l am sure he did not figure on
dying. The first two or three days
/ was in the hospital thought surely
he would be up and gone long before
/ was, but blood poisoning set in
about that time, and just a few hours
before l left for Courtrai he died.
One of those days, while my wound
was still very troublesome, l was
given an apple; whether it was just to
torment me, knowing that I could not
eat it, or whether for some other rea-
son, do not know. But anyway a
German flying officer there had several
: fn his pockets and gave me nice one.
OF course there was no chance of my
eating it, so when the officer had gone
and / discovered this San Francisco
fellow looking at it rather longingly,
I picked it up, intending to toss it
over to him. But he shook his head
and said eff this was San Francisco
L would take it, but l cannot take it
from you here" I was never able to
understand just why he refused the
apple, for he was usually sociable and
a good fellow to talk to, but appar-
emily he could not forget that I was
his enemy. However, that did not stop
one of the orderlies from eating the
apple.
One practice about the hospital inn
pressed me particularly. That was,
If a German soldier did not stand
much chance of recovering sufficiently
to take his place again in the war, the
doctors Gid not exert themselves to see
that he got well. But if man had
fairly good chance of recovering and
they thought he might be of some fur
Their use, everything that medical skill
could possibly do was done for him.
/ don't know whether this was done
under orders or whether the doctors
just followed their own inclinations
in such cases.
My teeth had been badly Jared up
from the shot, and / hoped that l might
5lave a chance to have them fixed
when / reached Courtrai, the prison
where I was to be taken. So l asked
the doctor if it would be possible for
me to have this work done there, but
he very CURLY told me that, although
there were several dentists at Cour-
trai, they were busy enough fixing the
teeth of their own men without both
ering about mine. He also added that
] would not have to worry about my
teeth; that I wouldn't be getting so
much food that they would De put out
of commission by working overtime.
fo1 70 tnl hot
things looked he would not be wear
ing his out very soon either.
My condition improved during the
next two days, and on the fourth day
of my captivity l was well enough to
write a brief message to my squad
ron, reporting that l was a prisoner of
war and feeling fine" although, as
matter of fact, l was never so de-
pressed in my life. | realized, how
ever, that if the message reached my
comrades it would be relayed to my
mother in Momence, ILL.,, and / did not
want to worry her more than was alb
solutely necessary. 1t was enough for
her to know that I was prisoner. She
did not have to know that | was
wounded.
l had hopes that my message would
be carried over the lines and dropped
by one of the German flying officers.
That is a courtesy which is usually
practiced on both sides. / recalled
how patiently we had waited in our
airdrome for news of our men who had
failed to return, and 1 could picture
my squadron specializing on my fate
That is one of sthe saddest things
connected with service in the r. f. C.
You don't care much what happens to