13 Days: The Chronicle of an Escape from a German Prison — John Shaqi
13 Days: The Chronicle of an Escape from a German PrisonCaunter, John Alan Lyde
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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
I had been there scarcely ten minutes when I saw two German women come
out of the house at the other end of the bridge and cross over towards
me, followed at some thirty yards by a German soldier. He caught them
up just opposite me and all three, talking hard, went some forty yards
along the road, and then sat down in the bushes on my side of it.
Here they were soon joined by another soldier who came from the
direction of the camp, as I discovered on hearing his voice. I was now
so placed that I was actually between them and the bridge, but dared
not move, as I was certain to make the bushes surrounding my
hiding-place rustle and the dead sticks lying about crack. I waited in
hopes that they would go away, but it got quite dark and still the
giggles of the women and the low tones of the men continued.
[Illustration: "AT LAST THE TWO WOMEN GOT UP" (_page 113_).]
At last, at about 11 o'clock, the two women got up, and after standing
talking for a few minutes I heard one of them say to the men, "You
must now remain quite quiet! Nicht?" And they answered yes, and I
heard them all say good-night and the women walked back along the road
across the bridge and went into their own house, leaving the two men
still in the bushes. I waited for them to go also, but they did not
budge. A silence as of the dead came over everything, and I knew then
that they were an ambush, and a very cunningly placed one too.
Naturally, anyone looking to see if a bridge was guarded or not would
expect to find the sentries on the middle or at either end of the
bridge itself and could then clear away from the place if it proved to
be unhealthy. However, this ambush was placed so as to catch any
wretch moving cautiously along the side of the road, straining his
eyes eagerly forward to see if the near end of the bridge was or was
not guarded, little thinking as he did so of any cunning ambush fifty
to sixty yards away from the bridge itself.
_Thursday, 21st June._ I now set myself to tire the Germans out by
waiting, and hoped that in the early hours of the morning they would
be less alert than usual.
I lay there, bitten all over by mosquitos, and having a very
uncomfortable time of it. I heard one of them cough, and then, after
an hour or two of silence, another cough. Altogether I waited about
four hours, and it was not till roughly three o'clock that I thought I
could risk a move.
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