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
As for food it matters not. Dysentery and rheumatic
cases can be safely starved, I believe, and if this is the chief
way of getting well there is every facility here for rapid
recovery. Two small portions of Mellin's food and one egg
with a small piece of white bread are the daily ration. A few
extra things came for me, but I could not eat them.
From 6 to 8 p.m., as we have no candles we have a spelling
game, each one in turn adding a letter that continues to spell
a word. The object is to avoid saying the last letter of the
word, and consequently the words changed or lengthened in
an extraordinary fashion. One-syllable words were barred,
and we had challenging for bluffs. Each fall meant a life, and
three lives was the total. Thus o-s-t-r-a-c-i-z-i-n-g. The
defeat was staved off "ostrich" and "ostracize" on to some
one else. It proved highly entertaining, and abuse flowed
freely, especially as the abuser was more than once let down
deliberately by all hands. Doubtful words we voted on. I
got into trouble with "phrenolophaster," which we carried
by three to two, I pointing out other words, poetaster, philosophaster,
etc. One wouldn't dare to tell Dr. Johnson so, but
it "did."
There joined us in these evening orgies a subaltern of the
Oxfords named Mellor, otherwise Square-Peg, who was convalescent
from a bomb wound in the arm. On the morrow I
got out of bed and walked with him to the vegetable gardens,
which were planted at the beginning of the siege, like they
were in Troy. I hate bed when I'm not fit, and the walk was
refreshing. I am trying to get permission to go back to my
billet and do duty on diet.
_6 p.m._--There is an order for the Arabs to remain confined
to their houses as another sortie is imminent.
I have just been talking to Woods, a cheery fellow who
got the Military Cross for saving men from a dug-out at the
Fort during the heavy bombing of December 24th. He is
gleefully nursing the stump of an arm, and tells me how he
proposes to still enjoy himself in life with the other. "The
Enigma" has just begun another _shikar_, the severalth this
day.
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