13 Days: The Chronicle of an Escape from a German PrisonCaunter, John Alan Lyde
History
13 Days: The Chronicle of an Escape from a German Prison
Caunter, John Alan Lyde
Prisoner-of-war escapes; World War, 1914-1918 -- Prisoners and prisons, German
The skylights appeared to be the best exit from the room, and under
one of them there was a convenient beam. The other skylight proved to
be out of reach of anything.
Since the building was of wood, I had to exercise great caution in
moving about, so creaky were the boards. At 11 o'clock I climbed up to
the beam and then crawled along it till I was exactly under my
skylight. Then getting my shoulders well under it I heaved. Horror of
horrors; it gave an awful crack and would not budge a hair's-breadth.
This was a nuisance, only I called it something stronger than that! I
got down, afraid that the loud crack must have alarmed the sentries,
two of whose beats joined exactly opposite this tin room. However I
was able to thank my good luck again as they had heard nothing. I had
now to find another way out. I tried unpicking the lock with a bent
nail, but had no success. I then tried to take the screws out of the
lock with a table knife. One came loose but the others refused to
shift at all. Foiled here I tried the wooden partition between the tin
room and the passage beyond; but again I could make no progress, as
the carpenters had done their work too well. I sat down on my box and
sweated. The atmosphere of this closed room was simply appalling and
my clothes were wringing wet by reason of it. It looked now as if I
should be found next morning in this office, and get five months'
solitary confinement in the cells for trying to escape, and not even
have a run for my money. There still remained one chance, the most
dangerous and therefore left until desperation should drive me to it.
The side windows of the tin-office, some three and a half feet from
the floor, opened onto the sentry's beat, exactly opposite the point
where the other sentry, whose beat ran at right angles to the office,
joined in. In addition there was a large arc lamp within thirty feet
of these windows. My idea now was to watch until both sentries should
be walking down their beats away from me, and therefore naturally with
their backs turned, and then open my window, jump out, and run for it.
The windows were made in two halves hinging at the sides and opening
outwards.
I could always get the sentry opposite the window walking in the right
direction as a beginning. I had then to open the right-half of the
window three or four inches in order to see where the other sentry
was, as he walked up and down parallel to the windows and close up
against the building. Of course I was in mortal dread each time I
opened my window to find out his position, of discovering myself
looking straight into his face. I never got such a bad shock as that,
but neither did I ever get the two of them walking with their backs
turned at the same time.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account