Cheyenne record., 1919-05-29

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six men to each car. The windows in
the cars were all smashed. and every.
thing about the cars was dirty.
Finally the train stopped at town
named Alt-Damm, and there was q
mob of women and children around,
as usual. ready for US with bricks and
spit. They stoned US through the car
windows, and laughed and jeered at
us. but by this time we were SO used
to 1t that we did not mind much. Only,
every now and then some fellow
would get all he could stand, and
either talk back or make a pass at
somebody. Then he would get his
either bayonet through the arm or
leg. or a crash on the head with a gun
butt.
After an eighteen hour ride, with
out food or drink. we arrived at Neu-
strelitz. It was raining as we pulled
in. As we went up the grade to the
town we could see lights about a mile
away. and we figured that that was
the camp. The rain stopped and we
remained in the cars for some time.
Then. after a while, we knew our new
guards were coming; long before we
could see them, we could hear the
racket they made. Somehow a Ger
man cannot do anything shipshape
and neatly, but always has to have q
lot OF noise, and running around, and
general Confusion. Four-footed swine
are more orderly in their habits than
the Huns.
When they came up. we were roust-
ed from the cars and drilled up the
road to the camp. When we got near
the German barracks we were halted
and counted again. and made to stand
there for at least an hour after they
had finished cd1nting us, shivering
like leaves. At last they placed US in
barracks, and those who could went
to sleep.
There were about forty barracks in
the Limey group at Neustrelitz and
two large Zeppelin sheds. The bar.
racks were just about like those at
Swinemunde- least, they were no
better. Along the sides of the rooms
were long shelves or benches. and
every three feet were boards set in
grooves. The shelves were what we
had to sleep on, and the boards in the
grooves divided them up so that only
certain number Of men could use
each bench.
The following morning we nearly
| dropped dead when the Huns pulled
in large wagon full Of clothing. We
| thought we never would have any.
thing to wear but our underclothes
They issued to each man a pair of
| trousers. thin model, thin coat
about like the seersucker coats some
people wear in the summer, an over.
coat about as warm as If it had been
made of cigarette papers. skull cap
and pair Of shoes. which were a
days labor to carry around. Not one
Of us received socks, shirts or under.
| wear.
The toe was cut from the right shoe
Of the pair I received, and as my
wounds were In the right thigh and
my leg had stiffened up considerably
and got very sore, got pretty anx.1
ious because there was nothing but
slush underfoot. and I was afraid I
might lose my leg. So thought that
If I went to the commander and made
n kick might get good shoe. hesi-
tated about it at first, but finally made
up my mind and went to see him.
told him that 1t was slushy outside,
and that the water ran through the
hole in my shoe and made 1t bad for
my whole leg, which was wounded.
| He examined the shoe, and looked at
the open toe for some time, and I
thought he was going to put up an
argument. but would give In finally.
Then he asked me what wanted. I
thought that was plain enough to see,
but I said just as easily as 1 could
that l wanted a shoe without a hole
in the toe.
$50 the water runs into it, does 1T"
he said. well, my advice to you Is to
get knife, cut hole in the heel and
Let the water out" All the other
swine in. the room laughed very loud
at this, and 1 guess this Fritz thought
he was great comedian. But some
how or other. it did not strike me so
funny that I just had to laugh. and I
was able. after quite a struggle, to
keep from even snickering. 1t was a
harder struggle than that to keep
from doing something else, thought
Our meals were just about the same
as at Swinemunde-the bread was
just as muddy, the barley coffee just
as rank. and the soup just as cab
bageless. The second morning after
we had had our barley coffee, one of
the sentries came to our barracks,
which was number 7-B. and gave each
Of US an envelope and q sheet Of writ.
ing paper. Then he told US to write
to anybody we wanted to, after which
he chalked on the door In big letters:
MISREPRESENTATION ,
and told US 1t was the return address.