The Carlisle independent., 1918-12-05

and Dying, or Falling Down and Be-
 ing Killed.
 ever saw them run. except when the Foreign Legion was on their heels at Dixmude.
 When they got pp to the dogs, they would first talk to them and then kick them. and after that. they would rest their rifles on the wire and yell ''Zuruck :" at us. We all enjoyed this innocent pastime very muck. and NC were glad tl.cy had the dogs.
 There were some things the Huns did that you just could not explain. For instance, one of the Russians walked out of the kuche. as we were passing, and we heard a bang and the Russian keeled over and went west. Now, we had not done anything and the other Russians said he had behaved himself, worked hard and had never had any trouble. They just killed him, and that is all there was to it. But not one of us could figure out why.
 After we had been at Neustrelit2 for three weeks. they drilled us out of the camp to 8 railway station, and stood us in the snow for four hours waiting for the train. We were ex- hausted and began falling, enc by one, and each time one of us fell, the sentries would yell "Nicht kranki i' and give us the rife butt. We had our choice of standing up and dying or falling down and being killed, and 1t was fine choice to have to make
 The cars finally pulled in, and as usual, the windows were smashed, the doors open, and the compartments just packed with snow. When we saw this, we knew we were going to get worse treatment. even. than we had been getting. and many of us wanted to die. 1t had not been unusual for some of the men to tell the Germans to shoot them too, and it seems as though 1t was always man who wanted to live who did get it and went west.
 However all of us nearly got killed when we reached wittenberg. When the train stopped there. we saw big
 
 ton platform and we all stared at it. We stood it as long as we could. and then we made a rush for it. But when we got nearer, we saw that there were four sentries guarding it and four women issuing It out to the German soldiers. They would not give us any, of course.
 So we stood around and watched the Huns eat it. while they and the women laughed at us. and pretended that they were starving and would groan and rub their stomachs and say, "Nichts gu essen.' to each other, and then grab a big hunk of bread and eat it. What we did not say to them was very little indeed. We were cer- tainly wild if any men ever were.
 Then some of us said we were go- ing to get some of that bread If we went west for it. So we started a fight, and while they were attending to some of us the others grabbed and hid all the bread they could. They rousted us back into the cars and we were just starting to divide up the bread when they caught us with it and took 1t away. We Were wilder than ever then. but we could not do anything.
 It got colder after we left Witten- berg, and the snow blew into the cars through the windows and doors until we were afraid to sleep for fear of freezing. It was the worst night I have ever seen, and the coal bunkers on the Yarrowdale seemed like pal ace compared to the compartments. because we could at least move around in the ship, while in the train we could not move at all and were packed so close that we could not even stretch our legs and arms. Some of the men did die, but not in my compartment, though most of us were frost-bitten about the face.
 We thought that night would never end, but day came finally, and though it seemed to get colder and colder. we did not mind it so much. At about eleven that morning, we arrived at place called Minden and saw prison camp tliere-iust stockade near the