The Secrets of a Kuttite: An Authentic Story of Kut, Adventures in Captivity and Stamboul IntrigueMousley, Edward O. (Edward Opotiki)
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The Secrets of a Kuttite: An Authentic Story of Kut, Adventures in Captivity and Stamboul Intrigue
Mousley, Edward O. (Edward Opotiki)
Al Kut (Iraq) -- History -- Siege, 1915-1916; World War, 1914-1918 -- Prisoners and prisons, Turkish
_June 1st._--I am writing from Baghdad in what is supposed
to be the hospital, but is actually an empty house commanded
by a Turkish dug-out cavalry captain, quite a well-meaning
old fellow, but not much use to any one sick, and very strict.
After many false alarms we were moved from Kut in a hospital
boat, which proved to be the ill-fated _Julna_. I was carried
on a stretcher which the Turks tried to loot as I passed. On
my way I saw looting on every side. Our Indian troops lay
like rows of skeletons. Their food and boots were taken from
them by their own guards. A few cases of looting have
been admonished, but no general measures taken. On more
than one occasion the officer whose aid was requested merely
asked the Turkish Askar to return the loot. Our kit was
searched, and I lost my tiny camera and some excellent
photos taken of Aziziyeh on the evacuation, showing our
army retreating and the Turkish army advancing. Other
photos were of the field artillery in action at Ummal Tabul,
and some excellent ones of interesting corners in Kut, dug-outs,
battery positions, shelters, and our inner life below--rare
photos that, unfortunately, can never be replaced.
We were packed on the deck of the _Julna_, which had been
captured practically intact, one engine working perfectly and
one screw. Every yard had a bullet hole. We called this
the Death Ship, as on it were all the remnants of the sick.
Men were dying as they came aboard. Brigadier-General
G. B. Smith was senior officer, but Colonel Brown-Mason,
P.M.O., was in charge. We carried a few sentries. As we
moved upstream past the palm grove, scene after scene in
a tussle of five months became again vivid. Then the Turkish
crescent, floating from the Serai in place of our Union Jack,
was shut out from our eyes by the bend of the river, and we
realized a little more that Kut and the siege were back history,
and we prisoners in a relentless captivity....
PART II
THE TREK. KASTAMUNI
CHAPTER VII
THE THIRD CAPTIVITY--BAGHDAD--THE DESERT MARCH OF
THE SICK COLUMN--WE REACH RAS-EL-AIN
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