True Stories of the Great War, Volume 3 (of 6): Tales of Adventure--Heroic Deeds--Exploits Told by the Soldiers, Officers, Nurses, Diplomats, Eye Witnesses
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True Stories of the Great War, Volume 3 (of 6): Tales of Adventure--Heroic Deeds--Exploits Told by the Soldiers, Officers, Nurses, Diplomats, Eye Witnesses
World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives
We arrived at Keetmanshoop at about 9 p.m., and were met by a fresh
guard, who took us to a military barracks. Here we were given some
food and blankets, and obliged to sleep in a little room with a light
burning all night. A German officer visited us through the night.
During the time we were in Keetmanshoop several of the soldiers became
very friendly, and some of them were inclined to talk a lot. From one
of them we learnt what I considered to be very important information,
of most vital interest to our forces, and that night I could not sleep,
puzzling my brains as to the best way of getting this news to them.
The following morning I suggested to my mate that if they made him the
same offer as they did at Aus he had better accept it, so that he could
carry this information. I also told him to tell the Germans they could
hold me responsible for any breach of faith on his part. The offer,
however, was not renewed. We remained at Keetmanshoop until December
24th, and were then taken under a strong guard to the railway station,
and placed in the train going north.
While here we were joined by five other prisoners, one of whom had been
in a hospital suffering from a wound. The other four were Dutchmen
living in German South-West who had been arrested because they refused
to fight for the Germans.
We arrived at Marintal about sundown, and here the train remained for
the night. We were allowed to get out of the carriages and sleep on the
ground, alongside the railway line. The following morning one of our
guards "stood" us coffee in the hotel, as it was Christmas morning--a
decidedly merry Christmas for us!
III--BEHIND THE BARS IN WINDHUK PRISON
Finally, after a tedious journey, we reached Windhuk, where we were
taken straight to the jail, and all seven of us placed in a small cell.
Immediately after entering it we heard voices calling us in English
from surrounding cells, and, looking through the bars of the windows,
we saw many anxious faces. All the men were shouting to us to know
where we came from, what regiment we belonged to, and if we could give
them any news how the war was going.
During our stay in Windhuk prison we were rather badly treated, not
being allowed out of the cell for more than ten or fifteen minutes,
morning and evening, and never allowed to communicate with the other
prisoners. On the sly, when the warders were not watching us, we
sometimes managed to get a few words with them through the windows, but
that was all.
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