Friday. June 14th Sent a letter-card home. Explained a better system of parcels to them.
Tag: World War One
13 June 1918
Thursday, June 13th. Got quite a shock today. Saw my name & Hanna’s in the paper (the Times) of May 4th [May 3rd], as ‘missing’. I should have thought that they would be bound to know at home before May 4th; for I sent a postcard to Geneva on April 14th – asking that a wire should be sent home to say I was safe.
12 June 1918
Wednesday, June 12th: Got a short lesson in Spanish from Camp Inspector, who speaks fluently English, French, Spanish and German. He repeated his promise to send me to the same camp as Hanna.
9 June 1918
Sunday. June 9th. Hallowed by the sight of Coleman, chased from the Shower Room by Harrington, charging round and round the enclosure in his bare pelt.
8 June 1918
Saturday. June 8th. Sent a letter-card home.
7 June 1918
Friday. June 7th Have not worn a cap since I was captured. Reckon to circumvent the barber who prophesied that I was going bald.
6 June 1918
Thursday. June 6th. Was very cheered yesterday by one of our party getting a reply from his people in answer to a letter of his, written on April 7th; and I wrote myself on April 14th from Hannover. Great expectations! Shall probably be moved from here though just before the letters catch me up.
Am generally known as <The Professor> by this crowd. The Camp inspector, when he first came, asked me if I were a Professor – and the name has stuck.
We can see from the window of our room on the first floor the path up the hill up which comes the two men carrying our lunch or dinner. There is always someone watching for them, and the ever-welcome cry goes up D.O.S.L. Dinner on Sky Line.
Won 7 marks at vingt et-un. Swapped it for a tin of peas.
Begin to realise fully, for the first time, the literal meaning of the expression <to make ones mouth water>.
5 June 1918
Wednesday. June 5th. Got up early (7.45. Most people get up between 10 and 11). Sat in the garden in the sun-shine and listened to the birds and reminisced. Learnt some Spanish.
Bought a ‘Souvenir de Landshut’ tobacco pouch which I intend to give to Dad some day.
4 June 1918
Tuesday. June 4th. Visit of Camp Inspector. No news; that is to say, no news of Red Cross parcels. A whisper of biscuits stirs us more than the account of the latest offensive.
2 June 1918
Sunday. June 2nd. Nothing of interest. Some people have devoured already half their bread. I.e. five days ration. I foresee some lean days.
Without a teacher the acquiring of the correct pronunciation of Spanish is likely to prove difficult. For the rest I think it will be easy, as it seems a cross between French and Latin.