World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives, Canadian
Mac?" He said, "Jack, it's more like hell than anything that was ever
imagined or painted."
We were almost insensible when at last our work was finished; but we
had to keep at it as long as our brains were strong enough to force our
bodies to move. I saw what the weaker ones got, and that was enough
for me. Those inhuman devils with their boasted German culture--a
disgrace to everything that God has created--would drag these poor
quivering, fainting creatures, pleading for mercy--right up to those
red-hot ovens, and at the point of a bayonet force them to stand in
that withering heat till they fell unconscious. Then the guard would
drag them away and make two of the other prisoners carry them back to
the barracks.
What I have described is a sample of what my days and nights were like
on the coke ovens, till I made my final escape two months later. I
played out several times, and each time I was roasted alive before the
ovens. Once I backed away to escape the heat, and the guard knocked me
unconscious with his rifle. The strongest men are being crippled and
broken down in health in this work (of course the weak ones die very
soon), but the treatment accorded our prisoners in other places is not
much better. A young lad belonging to the Gordon Highlanders told me
that he was wounded when he was taken prisoner, and he lay in the
hospital for three days before they even looked at his leg. Then, when
he finally got attention, everything was done in the roughest kind of
way, and when the nurse had finished the dressing she _spit in his
face_.
Another man who belonged to the Irish Fusiliers told me that when he
was captured they kept him four days in the front lines doing fatigue
duty under our shell fire, and in that time he had scarcely anything to
eat. On the fourth night he and three other prisoners were quartered
in a small room of a Belgian house, and they were taken down and lined
up against the wall, while the German officers amused themselves by
pelting them with green apples. One of the prisoners attempted to eat
one of the apples and was beaten almost to death.
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