The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1919-02-06

several OF the boys naQ gone west
and we could not figure out why,
man told us he thought the water was
poisoned, and a Russian doctor, VINO
was p fsoner, slipped US word about
1t also. 80, after that, very few OF
us drank water from the hydrant.
was scarce stiff at first, because had
had some Of the water, but after that
I did not touch hydrant water.
It was good thing for us that
there was always plenty Of snow in
Germany, and even luckier that the
Huns did not shoot us for eating 1t.
It was about the only thing they did
not deprive us Oft was not verboten.
thought knew what tough coolies
were, in the trenches, but they were
regular mollycoddles compared to the
pets we had in the prison camps. After
we boiled our clothes we would be
free from them for not more than two
hours, and then they would come
back, with, re-enforcements, thlfsting
for vengeance.
The camp at Neustre1itz was sur
rounded by big dogs, which were kept
just outside the barbed wire. We had
them going all the time. Every once
in a while, some fellow would make
an awful racket, and the next thing
we knew, there was Fritz coming like
a shot, with musket at his hip, just
as they carry them in a charge. and
blowing whistles at each other until
they were blue in the face. When
ever they thought some one was es-
Gaping, they ran twice as fast as
ever saw them run, except when the
Foreign Legion was on their heels
at Dixmude.
When they got up 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 much, and we
were glad they 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 bang! and
the Russian keeled over and went
west. Now. we had not done anything
and the other Russians said he 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 Neustrelitz
for three weeks, they drilled us out Of
the camp to a railway station, and
stood US in the snow for four hours
waiting for the train. We were ex-
hausted and began falling, one by
one, and each time one Of us fell, the
sentrfes would yell, "Nicht krank -
and give us the rifle 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.
It had not been unusual for some Of
the men to tell the Germans to shoot
them too, and it seems as though it |
was always a 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 |
wagonload Of sliced bread on the sta
ton platform and we all stared at it. |
We stood it as long as we could, and !
then we made rush for it. But when
we got nearer, we saw that there were !
four sentries guarding it and four
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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 zu essen" to each other, and
then grab big hunk of bread and
eat it. What we did not say to them
was very little indeed. We were GER
tPtnly 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. 1t was the worst night I
have ever seen, and the coal bunkers
on the Yarrowdale seemed like a 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
aln~0 ho% oxxSplH o-.a-. |