World War, 1914-1918 -- Prisoners and prisons, Turkish
reading, say, is delivered to an officer in Asia Minor; it will
instantly be taken from him, returned to the Capital, and there lost to
sight for months before it is discovered to be inoffensive and allowed
to proceed. For a long while the prisoners’ letters were cut down to the
barest minimum both in number and length, because the censor at
headquarters could not deal with more. It appears that it has not been
possible to carry out this work in the camps for the highly Turkish
reason that the various authorities concerned mistrusted each other too
deeply.
The housing, feeding, and medical care of the prisoners, the delivery
of their parcels and correspondence, their pay, the exchange of invalids
and others, the inspection of internment camps, and the thousand and one
details of the treatment of prisoners, have been the subject of constant
attention and voluminous correspondence, hampered not only by the
callous obstinacy of the Turkish Government, but by the failure of
Turkish officials even to read the communications addressed to them.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER I
PAGE
THE DARDANELLES 27
CHAPTER II
CONSTANTINOPLE 41
CHAPTER III
THE ARMENIANS 57
CHAPTER IV
THE WANK 72
CHAPTER V
ANGORA 91
CHAPTER VI
THE FIRST WINTER 109
CHAPTER VII
AFION-KARA-HISSAR 127
CHAPTER VIII
THE ARMENIAN CHURCH 144
CHAPTER IX
THE LOWER CAMP 162
CHAPTER X
THE SECOND YEAR 179
CHAPTER XI
THE LAST YEAR IN AFION 195
CHAPTER XII
OUR ALLIES 208
CHAPTER XIII
THE BERNE CONVENTION 220
CHAPTER XIV
SMYRNA 229
CHAPTER XV
THE SHIP 249
A PRISONER IN TURKEY
CHAPTER I
THE DARDANELLES
At dawn on the 9th of August, 1915, the 6th Battalion of the East
Yorkshire Regiment received an order to attack the great hill that
towers above Anafarta. The order was late, hours too late, for the
messenger had lost his way; so, although we did not know it at the time,
we had already forfeited our chance, and were launched upon a forlorn
endeavour.
The rampart of hills to the east of us was black against the chill, pale
sky as we moved out across the grey flats that led up to the foot of
Teke Tepe, towering up to nearly 1,000 feet ahead of us. And we came
under fire from our right flank almost from the very start.
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