The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-03-31

One bomb fell into a crowded street and killed sixty people. The next morning the papers were filled with righteous indignation. If the English don't want us to make peace, we wont.' The air raids continued.
 Then suddenly che whole tone changed. Enver and TaIaat fed; varf- oUs persons tried to form cabinets, and one morning as we looked from eur prison bars across the ,Golde.l Horn we saw Entente flags floating above Pera. Even then, with the arm 5sice three days old, the military governor would not let us out He was about to enter into lengthy ex- plantations when We cut him short. If we are not at liberty within two hours We shall force the guard. If there is an accident you will be held personally responsible when the fleet arrives In less than half an hour We were at liberty.
 After two months of Imprisonment in Turkish jail complete freedom comes as rather a, shock, especially when those two months have been preceded by three years of captivity. But we found ourselves driven through the ancient streets of Stanl- boul in a cab with our scanty kit. We crossed the bridge. The change was magical Instead of the wood houses and squalor of the Turkish quarter. with depressed looking Turks moucE- ing about the streets the white build ings of Pera, bedecked with Entente flaEs, glittered in the morning su1r setting off the crowd of half-convul- sed Greeks, Armenians and Levan- tines; and then it happened! Some enc gave the word; it was taken up on all They're English of fcers.'' People rushed from their houses waving flags, cheering crowds pressed around our carriage. We who had a few hours before been lying in q dungeon, were now the monlentary heroes of a ficl1le city We got clear of them at last, disnis- sed our cab and found refuge in a friendly embassy. They gave us ad- dresses as to where we could find suita bIe lodgings, and that night found us comfOrtabl installed in our own house, administered to by q charming dapper little Parisian land lord. On the succeeding days we found ourselves in great demand. Rich Greeks and Armenians asked us to their houses; invitations were
 
 were made honorary members of the best club; we went to dinner par ties and theatres, danced and made merry. European Constantinople was en fete, breathlessly awaiting, longing for the arrival of the fleet. When will the ships arrive ?'' we were asked every day, and all day. Dozens of Tommfes. late prisoners of war, who had broken out of their working camps. paraded the streets of Pera- Everywhere was packed with Aus trlans Germans and Turks. The very air seemed electrical; there was only one thought in every mind-the fleet!
 At last, one early morning, through the mists, majestically steamed the warships. It was a day we had wait ed years to see, 8 day on which the sacrifices, the hardships, the pain and loss ought to seem in some way. com pensated by our victory. But in me it inspired nothing. As I stood on Galata Tower watching the historic spectacle, as I saw again after years the white ensign, I was perhaps more miserable than I had ever been be fore It was while one was a pris- oner that liberty seemed so sweet; now that 1t was obtained only the ap- paIling loss of three years of ones life, hopelessly wasted, seemed almost too overwhelming. As I glanced at the line of prisoners drawn up along the quay, I knew that I was by no 1 means the only one who felt no pang Of joy; no cheer burst from the lips of the couple of hundred British pris- 1 oners as the general stepped ashores their thoughts were with those many fallen companions done to death by Turkish deviIry. lying unburied by some caravan track. A handful of prisoners is all that is left. Only God knows the fate of thousands.
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