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Horace Gray Gilliland. My German Prisons
My German Prisons
Table of Contents
PREFACE
CHAPTER I. CAPTURED BY THE BOCHES
CHAPTER II. BY CATTLE-TRUCK TO MUNDEN
CHAPTER III. THE DREARINESS OF CAMP LIFE
CHAPTER IV. OUR REMOVAL TO BISCHOFSWERDA
CHAPTER V. MY JOURNEY TO CLAUSTHAL
CHAPTER VI. COURT-MARTIALLED AND INSULTED
CHAPTER VII. IN HOSPITAL AT DRESDEN
CHAPTER VIII. THE HELL-HOLE OF INGOLSTADT
CHAPTER IX. A “BLOND BEAST” COMMANDANT
CHAPTER X. BOUND FOR CREFELD
CHAPTER XI. WE JUMP FROM THE TRAIN
CHAPTER XII. ESCAPES BY NIGHT AND DAY
CHAPTER XIII. WE HIDE IN A DRAIN
CHAPTER XIV. MAKING FOR THE FRONTIER
CHAPTER XV. ELUDING THE SENTRIES
CHAPTER XVI. LIBERTY AND BLIGHTY!
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Horace Gray Gilliland
Being the Experiences of an Officer During Two and a Half Years as a Prisoner of War
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Shortly after being allotted rooms I was conducted to hospital, where on the ground floor of the building the wound in my ankle was satisfactorily dressed; but they did not seem to know what to do with the body wound. Finding that three of the ribs were broken on the right side, they made some sort of an attempt to set and bind them. The doctor in attendance was a bumptious little beast of about nineteen or twenty years of age, and did not seem to know very much about his job. After this I returned to my room full of Russians and took to my bed.
The camp at Munden was an old oil factory, and had been hastily turned into a camp for prisoners of war. There were about eight hundred prisoners there at the time of our arrival, but more came after we had been there a month or two. The sleeping-room had practically no furniture of any kind. A shelf, on which tin basins were placed, served as a wash-stand, and there were a couple of pails for water. Two small tables and about a dozen chairs, with a small shelf about five inches wide passing over the head of each bed, completed the furnishing of the rooms. Besides the sleeping-rooms, part of the ground floor of the factory was utilised as an eating-hall. The accommodation here consisted of a few dirty tables and chairs. To add to the discomfort the oily ceilings and walls had been whitewashed, to create the appearance of cleanliness. Naturally it cracked off in drying, with the result that one’s hair, eyes, and clothes became covered with fine powdered lime, mixed with the dust which filtered through the boards of the floor of the sleeping-rooms above. Canteen, hospital, and bath-room were also portioned off the ground floor. The canteen cooked and supplied the daily rations. Here we could buy bread, cheese, jam, and coffee, and occasionally tinned fruit, also sundry toilet articles.
