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
After hauling our kits some distance we were pushed into
a square tent. We fell down and slept at once. It was an
awful jamb. My head was half outside the tent, and people
kept walking over it as if it were a cushion. Now I don't
mind sleeping in the horse lines a bit. But then horses are
so sensible. They know a head when they see it. People
were going in and out of the tent all night long, but I'm
glad to say I got a fair amount of sleep. One or two unfortunate
fellows had fever. Before the dawn I was up,
and went among the thick settlement of huts to the stream,
which I was threatened by the Turk sentry not to cross,
but I walked over before the Turk could say anything,
and started talking to some Germans there. Even to talk
to a German is a passport in this benighted land, so
thoroughly do they override their allies. I had a splendid
dip, while others looked enviously at me from the other
side. Recrossing I made the acquaintance of a spectacled
German doing Y.M.C.A. work among his own troops here.
He was a Biblical research student, and journeyed frequently
to Tarsus, some twelve miles off. This was called Gulek bei
Tarsus. Tarsus one could see in the distance. I thought of
St. Paul and Cleopatra, and hoped Tarsus had more trees
about it than this sandy plain, for their sakes. The German
seemed a very decent sort. We discussed Berlin. He had
been a visitor there once from Southern Germany. He asked
if we were short of money. When we started in motor-lorries
some hours later at 10 a.m. he came to my lorry and flung in
a bag of several liras from Red Cross Funds. This came to
about half a lira a piece. We thanked him sincerely, and he
wished us good luck.
He had told me in the morning to come to his quarters,
but I had no opportunity. Cholera was raging there, and the
Germans had a pumping water-distillery, from which I got
some extra water. I learned later that many of our troops
were working at a tunnel on the slope of the Anti-Taurus
mountain here, and were dying like sheep. We saw nothing
of them, nor were we allowed to inquire.
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