The surgical attention was good, though the Russian prisoners who assisted were apt to be rough; and as neither the German doctor nor his Russian assistant could understand each other, and the wounded could understand neither, nor be understood in turn, the situation was sometimes difficult. The doctor visited each bed at 8 A.M. every morning to inquire the condition of the wounded; but whatever you had to say--which of course he did not understand--the reply was always: "Goot, Goot." On one occasion we saw flags flying over the city, and that evening for supper we were given a hard-boiled egg. We were told it was the Empress's birthday. We made anxious inquiries as to when the Kaiser and the Crown Prince would have a birthday. A few days after I arrived at Hanover, my right eye was removed, and the following day the doctor told me, through an interpreter, that I should be sent back to England. I asked when I should be sent, and was told in three or four weeks. It was about this time that I began to develop an unsatiable appetite for sweet things. I have found that many have had the same experience, after a period of privation following upon their wounds. I would buy up all the jam, chocolate, and toffy I could lay my hands on, which came in parcels to other prisoners. When I wrote home for parcels to be sent to me, I hardly mentioned food, which afterwards became so necessary, but asked for sweet stuff. But what I needed more urgently than anything else was money. When I was picked up the only cash I had on me was two francs, and this I exchanged for a mark and sixty pfennigs, which, with five marks I was able to borrow, kept me going for a while. But it was soon gone, and I found myself without a sou, and no pay due for six weeks. About ten days after I arrived at Hanover I was able to sit out in the garden, and from then on I began to mend. Saniez used to dress me, and his watchful eye was upon me wherever I went. Sometimes of an afternoon I used to sit by the fire. I used to like sitting by the fire, because its warmth misled me into thinking I could distinguish the light. If I happened to be rather quiet Saniez would come to my side, and I would feel that he was watching me. Then he would speak, and each would find some word to make the other understand: "Cigarette, Capitaine?" "Oui, Saniez." He would take one of his own cigarettes, put it in my mouth and light it. I could neither taste nor smell it; but it pleased Saniez, so I took it. "Très bien, Capitaine, puff, puff!" "Oui, Saniez, très bien." "Très bien, good. Monsieur Parker says, 'Trays beens.' Joke, ah, good joke!" He would go away, but still watching me from a distance, would presently come back again, and placing his large hand on my shoulder, would say: "Couche, Capitaine?" and leading me to my bed would lay me on it, and carefully tuck me in for the night.