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
Just before Christmas the weather grew colder and more
boisterous. I got leave to go to town and was allowed into
the Maritza café. Here I found most urgent and useful news.
Some fortnight before while walking with my posta, who was
quite friendly towards me after his lira lunch, I told him I
wanted to ask some German soldiers what mosques we could
go to at Tchouka Bostan. Reluctantly he allowed me to
speak to them. They took me for a civilian _interné_. I soon
learned that German N.C.Os. often got along to the forbidden
quarter, where were the usual nightly attractions for the
troops, by pretending they were going to the _Korkovado_, a
large Russian ship near the southern end of Galata Bridge,
and used by the German General Staff Officers. Having got
through the military police by saying they were off to the
_Korkovado_, they swung past the ship around the bay. I
intended to do the same, only to swing round out to sea.
The restaurant man now verified this to be true.
The wind was so favourable and the position of our sailing
boat, which had to be kept in an exposed bay in order to be
ready, was so precarious that our friends sent us word that
we must start Christmas Eve, notwithstanding the extreme
cold. The idea of their arriving at the foot of the back wall
was less to help us than to tell us whether the road was clear,
_i.e._ on what streets the police sentries were, for as I have said,
besides the garrison itself, a cordon of police surrounded most
of the streets.
Doust and Castell came about six o'clock to the back
street. As arranged, I had lowered a string down. Doust
was to tie a note on the end if our plans were altered, and to
smoke if we were to start.
Instead of this, however, they bungled badly, lost their
direction in the dark, and jumped about in the most ridiculous
fashion; in fact, their proceedings were the most suspicious
imaginable. They continued to grope in the wrong corner of
the section and to take alarm at their own shadows. They
had previously inspected the section and said they had located
our rope. This they could not have done.
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