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A few days later we ran into ice-fields, icebergs. What a change from the tropics. In the midst of this the Captain of the "Hitachi Maru" committed suicide by knifing himself and jumping overboard, but the Germans didn’t know until the next day. Neither did we. The first we knew of it was the appearance of German Officers with electric lamps. They asked us if any of us had seen the Japanese Captain, but none of us had seen him. All the Japs were going about with arms folded and talking in whispers to each other. Then lots of rumours went around. One was that the Jap skipper had gone into one of the magazines and he was going to blow the ship up, but the next day on searching the Jap Skippers cabin a letter was found addressed to the Japanese Chief Officer. It said "I would have done this before, as it is the custom of my country on being captured by the enemy, but I only waited to make sure that my crew were safe and now the time has come". There was also a letter for the ships company. The next day the Japs had a memorial service as follows:- The Captains cap was placed on a table with his photo alongside it, and each Jap in turn marched to within 3 paces of it, saluted and bowed. Then bowed again and returned to his place. Then a service was held. My word the Japs did mourne for their Captain.

About the 7th February we were as far as 75 º North around Iceland. We then turned round the bottom of Iceland and cut across to the Norweigian coast. The anxiety then was terrible every night, as we went to bed we expected it to be the last and to make things worse we were not allowed on deck at all. The nearest we got to the deck for six or eight days was as far as a door under the poop, where we had to wait for the Germans to bring us our food, then we saw the coast of Norway covered with snow. The Huns were dressed in Civilian caps and bent double as they walked along the decks. All officers had civilian clothes and cap. At this time we were having beautiful weather, the opposite weather the Hun

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Commander wanted. He made his big dashes at night. There were very few of us who wished him to meet anything like a cruiser. It was no use. He had done all the damage he set out to do. What was the use of sending 480 prisoners to the bottom.

Well we arrived in safe water on the 16th February, and the next night the 17th February, we dropped anchor, and I being an orderly this night saw the searchlights of several ships, destroyers and patrol boats directed on us. I was just coming back with the tea when a Hun engineer stopped me and pointed to the ships said (Look my boy, the German Blockade Britania Rules the Waves, eh?". I didn’t answer him but I would have liked to have killed him and that laugh of his. I wished him a nice death if ever the "Wolf" went on another raiding trip.

I forgot to mention that at this time we were bad with "Scurvy" through no fresh vegetables we had six cases in all.

We stayed at this anchorage quarantined for a week and then on the 24th February we steamed for Kiel. We of course being under deck until we passed through the mine fields guarding the entrance of Kiel harbour, and then we were allowed on deck, so that the Germans could see the English pigs the "Wolf" had brought back after being away for fifteen months.

She got a fine welcome. Kiel was full of warships, cruisers, dreadnoughts, battleships, destroyers, etc. The "Wolf" steamed along the line and as she passed each ship the men of the different ships gave three Hun cheers and a band struck up. There were seaplanes and aeroplanes flying above us and submarines around us. Also launches full of people came to see the prisoners.

The next day the Kaisers Brother, Prince Henry, came on board and spoke to a couple of our chaps. He said "I didn’t think America would have come into the war against us, but never mind, we will see it through"

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(later when the revolution started he was the first to try and run away, but he was wounded trying to get into Denmark)

We stayed on board the "Wolf" until the 2nd March, during which time I saw several things really worth seeing, such as U. Boat practice. The U. Boat submerge and fires a torpedo (you can see the wake of it but the torpedo is fifty or sixty yards ahead). Then a fast torpedo boat destroyer starts off to pick up the torpedo as soon as it comes to the surface. I also saw different Admirals and High Officers, but we took no notice of them than of a dustman.

On the 1st March we were told to get ready to move off at 2 a.m. the following day, and I was told that we would get plenty of food on the way.

Well we were transferred into a ferry boat a 2.30 a.m. on the 2nd and Oh Lord wasn’t it cold. Enough to freeze anyone to death. We reached the landing stage and marched to a station with a row of sentries on each side of us. It was a funny feeling to feel my feet on solid land again after seven months, and to make matters worse the cobble roads were coated with ice, and I nearly went down on my face. We arrived at the station and we were formed up in fours, with sentrys all around us. We were still standing at the station at 6 a.m. By this time we had quite a crowd of working people gaping at us and laughing. It took the sentries all their time to keep the crowd back. At 6.30 a.m. we were marched on to the platform, and put in a train with all 4th class carriages. Each carriage has three compartments and each compartment holds twenty persons. 9 sitting and 11 standing. There were two sentries in each compartment with us. Well the train started at 7 a.m. and I can tell you we had a nice very breeze through a couple of broken windows. We were travelling stopping and shunting all the way. It was 3.30 p.m. before we got anything to eat and when we did get it we had to march nearly a mile

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for it, but it was welcome, and I could tell you I felt like it. No food since 2 a.m. the day before, eight hours train travelling through fields of snow and then the mile march through snow. All for a plate of Hun soup. This livened us up a bit. Then we had the march back to the train. I shall never forget the name of this place where I had my first meal in Germany. It was a little place called "Bad Kleinen", from there we started off again through nothing but fields of snow as far as the eye could see. (I was already seeing too much snow). That night at 7 p.m. we arrived at a little place named "Fremersberg". Here we left the train and had to stand out in the cold wind – waiting for orders, and then to cap things it started to snow, until I couldn’t see a yard in front of me. At last we got marching orders. We crossed the railway line and headed for some lights about two miles away. My word I shall never forget that night. That long march through eighteen inches of snow, snowing all the time, and a freezing gale blowing, besides carrying our bags.

By the time we reached the camp, we were dead beat. The Huns halted us and kept us standing in the cold for about a quarter of an hour. Then marched us a little further then another halt. They kept this up until we were nearly at the end of the camp, and then a German Officer came along and started to row at us. Then we were marched the longest way round to see the Doctor. We had to pass the doctor. Then we were attached to our barracks. Plain wooden barracks and wooden bunks with damp straw racks for mattresses. We then were issued with two blankets per man. Hold these to the light and one could see through them and to make them worse they had been dragged through the snow as they were wet. We then got a dish of skilly, really nothing but hot water. We were glad of anything hot.

I was just going to turn in when an Aussie came into the barrack and

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asked if there were any Australians. Some of the chaps sent him over to me. He was a chap from Mount Druit by the name of Frank Abbott. He told me to come to his barrack the next morning for breakfast. I turned in without undressing, and as bad as the bed was I slept through, but the next morning didn’t we all feel rotten. Every man in the barrack had a terrible cold (which I for one never lost the whole time I was in Germany). Then the Huns marched us to the bath house, clipped our hair as close as possible. The rest of the hair on our body was burnt off by a chemical like blue grey paint. We then had a hot bath. Meanwhile our clothes were being fumigated, then we were marched back to barracks. That bath didn’t improve our colds. Well I went and had dinner with Frank. I had a fine dinner. He was with four other English, all very nice chaps, and I can tell you I had a jolly good time while I was in the camp. I had all my meals with them.

The first two days in camp I went out with the others to work, and hard work it was. We were used as horses, pulling big wagons about, with 18 inches of snow and slush on the ground.

On the second night Frank Abbott told me to drop out of the ranks as soon as we were counted and come up to his barrack. This I did and escaped work.

On the 19th March we were marched to a clothing magazine, and the Huns told us to take off our civilian clothes and they gave us paper clothes with brown stripes down the trousers and a brown band on the arm in exchange for our good clothes. They made us change in the open in view of everybody, and by jove it was cold.

On the 20th March we were formed into transports of twenties to go out and work. Of course Bill Brookes (my mate) and I got together as usual, and at 4 a.m. on the 21st March we marched off. It was raining and it was as cold as ice, and pitch dark. We arrived at the station,

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"Fremersberg" at 5.30 p.m. just about dead beat. My bag was jolly heavy a quarter full of clothing, and three quarters full of stores given me by Frank Abbott.

Before I go any further I must not forget to mention a little incident which happened on the 18th March: We were mustered as usual at 7 a.m. I was surprised to hear my name called and I was told to pack my bag and get it on the train to go to "Holzminden" with the passengers of the "Matunga" and "Hitachi Maru". I couldn’t make it out why I alone had been picked and I wasn’t exactly struck on going, but I packed my bag and put it with the passengers luggage on the train. The three passengers from the "Matunga" were pleased I was going, and they asked me how it was that I alone was going with them. I told them I had not the slightest idea. Well I went up to Frank and told him I wasn’t at all struck on going. I was to go the next morning. Well I was sitting talking when "Sid Rae" a chap from the "Matunga" came in and said "It’s all right, you are not going with the passengers". I was glad in a way but my bag had already gone on so I gave it up as lost. I put the mistake of sending me away with the passengers down to this. We had all been given forms to fill in stating full name and occupation, for my occupation I put "Clerk", so they must have taken me for some kid. After I had found I was not going I also found the reason why. It seems that one of the passengers of the "Hitachi Maru", a chap named "Dempsey", disliked by all who met him, had been a soldier and was going home on leave. He had been left out of the list and when he found I was in his place he went to the Huns and told them where they had made their mistake. The passengers vowed revenge on him and said he was not entitled to go with them as he was still a soldier. By the way the passengers spoke he was in for a bad time with them. One of the "Matunga" passengers, a chap named "Macanally" told me he would readdress my bag if they could get it for me.

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Well now to get on with my departure to work. At 6 a.m. the train came along and away we went.

We reached our destination at 1.30 p.m. the same day and set off to our barrack.

The place was named "Frenholz", a country station.

Well we reached our barrack in "Klein Boden" at 2.30 p.m. and we were issued with a sack, a spoon a basin, 2 blankets and a washing basin. We were taken to a farm house and filled our sacks with straw and then back to our barrack and this is the kind of barrack we were put into.

We were to live in what had once been a hay loft, until it got too damp for hay. Underneath were 18 pigs, a few dozen fowls, 3 rabbits, a goat, and a small pen full of rotten turnips for the pigs. The Germans called us "Swines" "Pigs", so it was "German Swines" underneath and "English Swines" above.

The next day we were awakened by one of our sentries who came up and called out in German "Auf Stahen" which means "Get up". It was 5.30 a.m. and the windows were all frosted. We were on the way to work at 5.45 a.m. wondering what our work would be. Well we soon found out. After we had walked for three quarters of an hour, with the three sentries telling us to go faster, we arrived at our work, and found we had to dig the stones and sand from between the sleepers on the railway lines, and take the sand from underneath the sleepers, and put fresh stones in the place of the sand. We finished work for dinner at 12 noon, and it was enough to make ones heart ache to see what we had to eat. It was plain turnips cooked in water and dumped into cans as it was cooked. Also the turnips were the kind generally given to cattle, in any civilised country. We started work again at 1 p.m. the sentries watching us like a cat watches a mouse, and if we stopped work you were liable to be struck with the butt end of a rifle, or a bayonet.

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I remember several occasions when our chaps got a belting. One was: We were forking stones between the sleepers when our "boatswain" Perryman stopped and sang us a little song entitled "The Death of Nelson". He reached the part where Nelson died, when one of the sentries rushed up and struck him on the back with his bayonet still in its sheath. This didn’t hurt enough for him so he drew his bayonet and struck him about six times across his back. My word didn’t our blood boil, but it was no use. We could do nothing.

Another occasion was:- An Irishman named Gordon stayed in bed sick one morning and two sentries came up and told him to get up and go to work. He said "no I am sick", so the big sentry, a Dane, got on one side of the bed and "Ned Kelly" (as we afterwards called him) on the other. Ned Kelly struck him with his rifle and the Irishman turned to speak to the Dane. As he did so the Dane hit him in the face with his fist and then hunted him out.

My word, "Ned Kelly" was a terror. He was as mad as a hatter and also dangerous.

I remember once when we were working above a sewer under the railway track. "Ned Kelly" was sitting quietly on the bank. Then all of a sudden he jumped up and ran under one side of this sewer and came out the other, and then gave a satisfied grin at us. He also used to salute and say good morning to horses, cows and goats. He used to tell us how he had killed several Russians, and it was a wonder he didn’t kill some of us.

Well I carried on the work like this with the same food all the time. At the end of a month I and all were feeling pretty weak and done up. One Sunday we heard a shot and went out side and found that somebody had shot a big cat. We jumped on this, cooked and ate it, and in the state we were in, enjoyed it. About a week later we caught another cat, and

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also killed and ate it. My word weren’t we hungry. I was a bit luckier than the others. An old woman was good to me. She used to give me a plate of Buttermilk soup. Now and again also a few potatoes.

On the 4th May I received my first packet of bread from Denmark. It was mouldy green but I kept it. On the 6th May, a Sunday, Bill Brookes an American, and myself bought a piece of soap from one of the Englishmen with us. He charged us 5/- for it (the price the Germans would have paid for it) and got away from our barrack without being seen and went to a house we know to change soap for bread. The woman offered us a small piece of bread for it, which we refused and told her it wasn’t enough. She had beat us before on the same thing and we wanted revenge, so when she went inside to get more bread, we stole a pot of jam each. When she came back she looked at the jam shelf and we were getting ready to run if she said anything, but she didn’t notice it, but she gave us a jar with a half loaf of black bread. We went away and made for some woods, and there sat down and finished out pot of jam and about half the bread. We then made for home and made a bread pudding with the mouldy bread and the jam and water. We intended it for my birthday, 7th May, the next day, but when it was cooked we couldn’t see it stand, so we ate it straight away. It tasted good to us. The next day, my 16th birthday, I went into a hut to warm the coffee (ground acorns) for breakfast. It was about half past seven. Up went a patent coffee pot full of boiling coffee. All this went over my face. Oh I was a pretty looking creature.

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I walked up and down in agony with the skin hanging from my chin and nose. the sentry gave an occasional look and then went on with his breakfast. at last when he had finished, he took me to a small house along the line and the woman there put some oil (pre war oil) on my face, which gave me a little ease. I was then taken back to barracks, where an old German woman (aged 69, and always called Grandmother by all the prisoners) put some more oil on my face and at 12 noon I was taken to a doctor at a place named Bad Oldesloe and he ordered me straight away to hospital.

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I arrived at hospital Lubeck at 2 p.m. I was given hospital clothing and my own were taken away. I was then told to go to bed which I did.

It was not until the following morning that a doctor looked at me. My bandages were then stiff and sticking to my face. I was taken into the operating room and my bandages were wet and then almost dragged off my face then my face was covered with boracic powder.

For ten days I could not see out of my left eye and I could anything I ate had to be broken up and pushed between my lips.

While in hospital some recently captured Tommy’s came in wounded and told me that the British and French

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were being driven back, and the Germans advancing like wildfire.

Another few days and my face was much better. I was then sent to work to saw and chop wood for the hospital. hours from 10 a.m. till 12 noon and 2 p.m. till 5 p.m.

On the 27th May my sentry came for me and found me in bed with an attack of biliousness through eating some fat given my by an Englishman and not being used of it. That morning the doctor had taken my temperature and ordered me to go to bed. But that didn’t matter I had to get up and go with my sentry. I was sorry to leave because the food in hospital was much better than we were getting while we

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were working.

We caught a train from Lubeck to Oldesloe at 4 p.m. and at Oldesloe the sentry told me we would have to walk the rest, a steady two hours walk. I arrived at the barracks at 7 p.m. dead beat and as hungry as a hunter. The other prisoners were out to meet me, and then the old Grandmother took me into her kitchen and gave me a plate of soup. After finishing I went into the barrack and I was rushed for news. I had very little but what I knew I told them, what the Tommy’s had told me, but we hoped for the

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best.

The following day I had to go to work with the others on the Railway although I was sick.

A week or so later I became friendly with a German woman who afterwards insisted on me calling her Mother. She had two young daughters and one son, her husband being at the war. She was not at all like the average German woman. She used to wash and mend my clothes and I was always welcome at her home, but I had to be very careful not to be seen going to or coming from her house. If I were seen it meant trouble for both her and I but she didn’t

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care who knew I went there, and I am sure I didn’t either. She used to say she didn’t care who won the war and I don’t think she did.

I only had one fight while I was a prisoner and that was with an American and this is how it happened. Every day four men were taken to the barrack to carry the food to the men working on the line. There were two big milk cans and two men carried one of these on a pole, and at night, one man was to carry the empty can half way home and then the other was to take it and carry it the rest of the way. There was always a rush to go because the carriers used to get a plate of potatoes at the barracks from the old Grandmother. Well this day

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I was carrying it with this American. When we had finished dinner some of the Germans took the cans on a wagon and dropped them nearly half way. At night going home the American rushed ahead or at least sent somebody else ahead to get the can and he carried it as far as the half way line – a distance of about five hundred yards from where the can was when he picked it up. Then he dropped it and told me to carry it to the barracks and when I protested the American came along an told me if I didn’t carry the can he would not let me come for the dinner again. I didn’t say much there

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but when we got back to barrack I told him what I thought of him, then one word led to others and finally we came to blows, but it didn’t last long because some of the men stopped it, but he remembered it for a few day by a black eye. I was lucky I was unmarked.

Towards the latter end of June I received my first food parcel from the Australian Red Cross and after that things were much brighter. We began to get stronger and very soon everybody had packets coming. The work didn’t seem at all hard then. Needless to say

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we left off eating [indecipherable].

In September we were taken to work at Oldesloe. This meant a ride one station in the train morning and evening. Oldesloe was a railway junction and we often had to transfer vegetables from one truck to another and we used to steal everything we could get from the Germans. My word there trucks used to be much lighter after twenty six men had had a share of them. The penalty for this stealing if caught was 14 and 28 day solitary confinement but as luck would have it we were never caught.

In Oldesloe we were

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often in trouble for not saluting N.C.Os. and Officers. A Lance Copo Corporal or any N.C.O. in Germany is like an officer and must be saluted, but we were not at all anxious to salute them.

We were badly treated until the middle of August 1918, and then the Germans were being driven back, more and more each day, and the Germans began to lose heart, and treated us much better.

About this time we sometimes managed to buy an egg or two at 1/3 each and we were lucky to be able to get [indecipherable]

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at all. All the while Germany was getting weaker and weaker each day, and my word the German people used to envy us our Red Cross parcels.

Paper was a substitute for mail bags, sand bags, string, leather, boot laces, and a hundred other things and every single thing was rationed and only procurable for ration tickets. A set of clothes costs about £20 to £25 and real leather boots were things of the past.

Everything went on as usual until the end of October, when Germany sent to America for an Armistice and we were all hoping she

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she would get it, but a few days later, we were sitting having breakfast when one of our sentries came in and and told us America would not give them an Armistice. We felt pretty glum, but we did not let him see that we cared.

After this everything began to liven up. Everybody wanted a peace, and on November 4th 1918 a revolution started amongst the Navymen at Kiel. The German Navy was ordered out, and the men knew that the British were waiting for them and they

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refused to take the ships out. The authorities tried to force them to go, but this only made the men worse, and at last, the crew of the flagship "S.M.S. Koenig" (H.M.S. King) threw their Commander overboard, killed several Officers and anybody who went against them, then hauled down the German Naval Ensign and hoisted the Red Flag to the mast head. All the other ships followed suit and then the men went ashore, and made things lively. They commandeered trains to take them home. While this was on we were

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travelling in the same trains as them, to and from work, and they told us all about the revolution and said that if the war didn’t soon end there would be terrible trouble in Germany.

The following day, November 5th, Navymen were patrolling all the stations and were armed with a pistol an bayonet, and all wore a red arm band a red cap band and a piece of red ribbon in their buttonhole. Anybody wearing the German colors in his cap was made take them out and he would

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not, they were taken out for him. One of our sentries left us and joined the revolutionists so then we only had two sentries.

At last came the Armistice then we were all happy, but the German people were very quiet about it and said very little. We were still kept working, but we were not locked in our barrack, but we were supposed to be in barrack by 9 p.m., but one night an English lad and myself heard there was a dance about three miles away, so we made up our minds to go. We borrowed

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civilian clothes and went. We had a good time, as we could both speak enough German to make us understood. at We arrived back to barracks at 2 a.m. and found our beds full, so we got in with somebody else, and went to sleep without much rocking. [indecipherable]

When we awoke again we found that it been arranged amongst us that we were going to refuse work. We also saw that there were six extra English Tommy’s in the barrack from farms several miles away. They were also going

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on strike.

When the sentry came to hunt us out to work, we refused to go, on account of the armistice. He said very well, we would get no food from them, and we would be locked in the barrack until we did work. He said we could have our parcels if they came. He then went away to report to an officer.

The next day, an Officer and a Sergeant came to our barrack. The Officer drew his overcoat aside and showed us a revolver, and asked us were we going to work. We answered absolutely

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"No". He then offered us more money but we were determined not to work for them, and at last he went away again. Our food stopped, but we were not locked up. A couple of days later we received two food parcels each, and then we had a fine time, until the 28th November when we packed up and started for Parchim internment camp homeward bound.

We arrived at Parchim station at 3.30 p.m. and started off for the camp through a snow storm the snow was coming down in sheets and

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by the time we arrived in camp we were walking through about a foot of it. On entering the camp we were met by a lot more of the prisoners also captured by the "Wolf" who had come into camp the day before us.

We stayed at Parchim until 8th December (during this time we had full and plenty to eat from the Red Cross) and then and then began our second stage of the Journey to "Warnemunde" (Germany) in box cars or cattle trucks, at 2 p.m., we arrived at Warnemunde at 7 p.m. that same night and we were

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put into barracks inside Germany’s largest test flying station to await transport to Denmark.

We stayed at Warnemunde until 12th December, and enjoyed our stay there as there were lots of things of interest there watching the Flying machines and Sea planes. Well on the 12th a 150 of us we put on board a small steamer named "Niels Ebbesen" a Danish steamer, and that night we steamed outside the breakwater and anchored until morning.

Very early next morning we got under way bound for

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Copenhagen (Denmark) and I cannot explain our feelings to see the coast of Germany slowly fade away and to think that we were free men once again. We could not realize it for some time.

We arrived at Copenhagen at 3.45 p.m. on December 13th, got into the train waiting, a double decker train, and started for a place named "Laastrup".

We arrived at Laastrup" at 4.30 p.m. and then began a march of six miles to a camp named "Grevelejren". On our arrival we were served with what we needed mostly, a good meal, and we did

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did it full justice. We were then put into barracks, and found our beds all ready for us with white sheets and white pillow slip and good warm blankets. I think I had the best sleep I have ever had that night, and I think most of the others did too.

The following morning we had a good breakfast and we were then marched out on to the parade ground, then the Danish Camp Commander gave a speech and said he was very glad that the Allies had won the war and informed us that we were no longer

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Prisoners of war, but guests of Denmark and that after two days quarantine we would be allowed in the town.

15th December. I went to a church service in camp. The Chaplain was a Dane, but he spoke very good English. After the service a Military Band from Copenhagen played all English patriotic pieces, Britania Rules the Waves, etc., and then in the middle of it all at Sergeant came in and announced officially that our transport was to leave for Scotland the following morning. This speech was greeted with cheers, clapping

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whistling in fact anything that made a noise. This lasted for fully twenty minutes, and when at last we got a bit quiet we carried on with the songs.

The next morning we left camp at about 9 a.m. and arrived in Copenhagen at 10.30 a.m. and after some delay, we were shipped on board the English ship "H.M.S. Plassey" and at 4 p.m. we left the wharf. We had a lovely send off, thousands of Danish people on the wharf cheering us and wishing us a safe voyage and we returned it with cheers and songs.

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When we got outside we were ordered to wear our lft life belts from 8 p.m. that night until 6 a.m. the following morning on account of the danger of floating mines. We also had boat drill.

We had a Cruiser escorting us on account of the ships firemen. They all got drunk and mutineed, also slashed several of the crew with knives, and it ended by five of the mutineers being taken on board the cruiser and put in irons, a about twenty Naval Marines we put on board the "Plassey" to keep order.

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On the 17th December we passed a floating mine, only about 200 yards away. When we were at a safe distance the cruiser went back and exploded the mine. It was a fine sight and well worth seeing. Later in the day we passed three more mines within an hour all of which were sunk by the cruiser. To wards evening we came abreast of another mine and the marines from our ship began firing at it with rifles but the were unsuccessful. The cruiser did not go back and explode it either.

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We arrived at Leith (Scotland) at 11 p.m. on the 18th December and dropped anchor, and waited for the tide. We did not go alongside the docks until 2 p.m. on the 19th December. There were two Scotish band on the Docks to meet us and hundreds of school children and lots of other people. We didn’t get a chance to cheer, we had to be content to listen to them.

We went ashore at 5.30 p.m. and we were given something to eat by the Red Cross, and we were given railway passes to London. On the way to the station lots of kiddies flocked

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around us for souvinirs. We gave them what we had and then my mate and I caught our train for London. We changed trains at Edinburgh and at 9 p.m. started for London. We arrived in London at 8 a.m. the following morning after a tedious journey feeling very tired. We had a wash and brush up for 2d. We then parted, my mate going to Tonbridge, Kent and I to Earlscourt, London.

[Transcribed by Judy Gimbert, Adrian Bicknell for the State Library of New South Wales]

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