I found a place and squeezed in between two
bodies and fell asleep. When woke up I was back to back with someone
and we both sat up at the same time. He was a big guy from India with
all the robes and turban on his head, a big black beard on his face.
He smiled (half his teeth were missing), I smiled, said "good
morning" and got out as fast as I could.
There were prisoners of all nationalities here: Scots, Turks and
Indians as well as English and American. There were about 27,000 of
us so it was a large camp. Some of the Scots had their kilts and
bagpipes and they would march around the open area we had for a
softball diamond, playing the bagpipes. We played softball again here
and I got a baseball uniform which I carried all the way home with me
for a souvenir. I played third base because it was next to the
latrine, which I needed again as I was once again suffering from
diarrhea and dysentery. When I wasn't batting or playing third, I sat
in the latrine and came out only when they needed me. My problems
were probably caused by the bad water gotten on the last march and it
was so bad that I had to run for the latrine every time I started to
eat. During the worst times I gave my food away to Bruce or someone
else who needed it.
I can't remember who was still with Bruce and I from our squadron in
England or the camp at Sagan. It is possible that Ullo and Barlow
were there with us, but it is only Bruce that I remember clearly.
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