POW diaries - Captain Percival Lowe, item 166

• June 29, 2017 19:17:05 Annick Rodriguez

                                                                79.

                                  CONSTANCE

  We walked down to the station a mixed party of English French &

  Belgians (about 3 of each) At the station we had something like

  half an hours wait. It was rather pleasing to look at the

  electric lights of the camp in the distance & to think that in all

  probability it was the last time that my eyes would be offended

  with the sight. The Journey to Contance was a night mare.

  Caiper took us as far as Wilderman. There we were joined by

  a German Lieutenant who took us the rest of the journey.

  He spoke French & English & I think did his best for us.

  We started about 6 p.m. on the 14th,, and arrived somewhere

  about midday on the 16th.. We changed I think 13 times

  on the way. We spent 6 hours of the night of the 14 - 15th..

  in the ladies waiting room at CASSAL.  After a long wait

  at another spot where we had beer & had our money

  given us. We had a midday halt in FRANKFORT and

  spent sunday hours of the night 15th-16th.. in a red cross.

  hut at a place where name I have forgotten. For food

  on the journey we were allowed to patronage the station

  restaurants. There we obtained potatoes in some guise

  or another, coffee (so called) and perhaps beer. I presume

  the 15th.. December was a meatless day for there was no

  meat on any of the menus. I noticed notices about

  being careful not to waiste potatoes put up in the

  stations in Hanover. Also in every station & train

  notices to soldiers to look out for spies these they could

  tell from their speech. All the large stations were

  filled with soldiers of different ages and ranks coming home

  I presume for a Christmas Furlough. There was no emnity

  to the English such as I saw at the commencement of the

  
  

• June 29, 2017 19:14:26 Annick Rodriguez

                                                                79.

                                  CONSTANCE

  We walked down to the station a mixed party of English French &

  Belgians (about 3 of each) At the station we had something like

  half an hours wait. It was rather pleasing to look at the

  electric lights of the camp in the distance & to think that in all

  probability it was the last time that my eyes would be offended

  with the sight. The Journey to Contance was a night mare.

  Caiper took us as far as Wilderman. There we were joined by

  a German Lieutenant who took us the rest of the journey.

  He spoke French & English & I think did his best for us.

  We started about 6 p.m. on the 14th,, and arrived somewhere

  about midday on the 16th.. We changed I think 13 times

  on the way. We spent 6 hours of the night of the 14 - 15th..

  in the ladies waiting room at CASSAL.  After a long wait

  at another spot where we had beer & had our money

  given us. We had a midday halt in FRANKFORT and

  spent sunday hours of the night 15th-16th.. in a red cross.

  hut at a place where name I have forgotten. For food

  on the journey we were allowed to patronage the station

  restaurants. There we obtained potatoes in some guise

  or another, coffee (so called) and perhaps beer. I presume

  the 15th.. December was a meatless day for there was no

  meat on any of the menus. I noticed notices about

  being careful not to waiste potatoes put up in the

  stations in Hanover. Also in every station & train

  
  

  
  

  
  

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• June 29, 2017 19:08:37 Annick Rodriguez

                                                                79.

                                  CONSTANCE

  We walked down to the station a mixed party of English French &

  Belgians (about 3 of each) At the station we had something like

  half an hours wait. It was rather pleasing to look at the

  electric lights of the camp in the distance & to think that in all

  probability it was the last time that my eyes would be offended

  with the sight. The Journey to Contance was a night mare.

  Caiper took us as far as Wilderman. There we were joined by

  a German Lieutenant who took us the rest of the journey.

  
  

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