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Updated: May 16, 2025
I watched him, walking away.... "Poor devil,... it is not his fault."... Malvoisin came to the Strafe-Barrack a week after we did, and I could see that the guards had special instructions to watch him.
I remembered how, after the cells, the Strafe-Barrack did not seem too bad, for we could see people and talk occasionally; and after the Strafe-Barrack the prison-camp was comparative freedom, for we could get our parcels and read, and see the boys, so I thought I will pretend now that my punishment was sitting still.... I can't move a muscle; the cut-throat guard that was over us in the Strafe-Barrack is standing over me with his bayonet against my chest I must not move or he'll drive it in.... I wish I could change my position my neck is cramped....
We went out a week before him, and we smuggled out some post-cards which he had written to his friends and got them posted, but whether they got by the censor, I do not know. The last I saw of him was the day he got out of Strafe-Barrack. He walked by our hut, on the way to his Company.
Then the head spy, the Belgian private, who had his headquarters in the Strafe-Barrack, showed us many little kindnesses. He had as his batman one of the prisoners whose term of punishment had expired, and Bromley, who was always quick-witted and on the alert, offered himself for the job, and was taken, and in that way various little favors came to us that we should not otherwise have had.
After the monotony of the cells and the Strafe-Barrack, the camp seemed something like getting home for Christmas.
I could see that his uniform had stripes of bright red wagon paint on the seams, and circles of it on the front of the tunic and on his trousers, with a large one on the back of the tunic between the shoulders. "You'll get these when you get into the Strafe-Barrack," he said. "How long shall I be there?" I asked. "Nobody knows," he answered. "If they like you, they may keep you!
There was something to me particularly distasteful about the rings, for I hated to have my Canadian uniform plastered with these obnoxious symbols. But I did not let the guards see that it bothered me at all, for we knew that the object of all their punishment was to break our spirits. The Strafe-Barrack was supposed to finish the work begun in the cells.
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