Prisoner-of-war escapes; World War, 1914-1918 -- Prisoners and prisons, German
All agreed that the present fatigue duty was a good one. The work
demanded from us was not excessive. We were satisfactorily lodged in a
loft, and we slept in hammocks. The food was about as good as we had in
camp. Our keepers did not consider it a matter of duty to make
themselves disagreeable, and discipline was not severe.
Our pay was three pfennigs a day more, and we were allowed to arrange
for articles of food and other wares to be bought for us in the village.
Moreover, as the result of claims we made on the strength of
conscientious and organised work, we succeeded in obtaining a daily
allowance of a litre of milk for our midday meal. All these
considerations brought it about that after some time my comrades
considered me a dangerous being, whose escape would certainly lead to a
change in the way they were treated, the withdrawal of certain
privileges, and the inauguration of a more rigorous régime. As a matter
of fact, the rumour got abroad that the “sous-off.” intended to escape,
and the French seemed to fear this event even more than the Germans.
I realised that I had to set to work in absolute secrecy, and so I did
my best to calm these fears in order to be able one day to get away
unnoticed. My comrades soon regained their confidence, and as time went
by without anything occurring to spoil my reputation, I succeeded in
withdrawing myself from notice among the crowd of workers.
In spite of the extreme prudence that I observed with every one, I never
missed a single opportunity of getting information as to the direction
of the frontier. I tried to get details about the lie of the land
separating me from the country of my dreams, about the population and
its distribution, and the names of the towns and neighbouring villages.
It was our keepers especially who, unconsciously in the course of their
conversation, furnished me with these facts.
After a week spent in working in the forest, to which we went every
morning, I was set to work with five others to do some haymaking in
connection with an important agricultural enterprise. We found it hard
work, and I discovered what it was to get hay into barns. At midday we
used to have our meal in the shade of a haystack in the meadows beside a
stream. I succeeded in persuading our sentinel that a bath would be an
excellent thing for us, and each day I disported myself under the
complacent gaze of the German. I knew that a river separated me from the
land of liberty, and I wanted to make sure that my wound would not
prevent me from swimming.
This lasted for about a fortnight.
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