Friday. May 31st Two months since we were brought down. Since I may be 18 months in this country, which Heaven forbid, I’ve decided to keep up my French, and to learn Spanish while in captivity. Ordered ‘Petit Larousse Illustré (Dictionnaire francais) and intend to order French English; English French; Spanish English; English Spanish; Spanish Grammar. I dropped Van den Broeck a p.c. today (the first I’ve written anywhere but home) asking him if he will send me some French books.
Later. Got a Spanish Grammar which he had in stock. Ordered the others. Just devoured a pancake. Feel like I used to feel after Aunt Sue’s Sunday dinner.
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30 May 1918
Thursday May 30th. Stopped in bed until 10.am. Got up. Washed under the tap (without soap) – sat in the sun in my bare pelt for half an hour, a practice of ours which used to amuse our guards; who have since become used to any eccentricities of ours. They frequently have on their greatcoats on sunny mornings. Played bridge all the afternoon until dinner for 1d per hundred. Lost 2d: Horrors!
29 May 1918
Wednesday. May 29th. Shut in our rooms all day, so stopped in bed until 11. Got up and wrote my diary up to date. Had toothache rather badly as I had it most of last week. Shan’t be able to get the brute lugged out until I get to a permanent camp, probably not for two or three weeks. οἴ μοι. Alack a day, and woe is me!! Finished ‘Westward Ho!’ today, a topping book. Started on ‘Old Gorgon Graham’, following on ‘Letters of a Self Made Merchant to his son’. Jolly good book.
4 p.m. Toothache a bit better. Three biscuits each bought from a neighbouring French camp; likewise 8 nobs (K-nobs) of sugar each; moreover the promise of an increased bread ration. Verily the world seems very fair tonight. The prophet truly said <He that goeth upon a lean stomach vieweth the world through jaundiced eyes.> Sent a postcard off home today. (Sent a message to G.P. on the 25th).
28 May 1918
Tuesday. May 28th. Saw the Camp Inspector again. Said he had traced Hanna to a camp in Prussia, and promised to send me there. Took us for an hour’s walk in the grounds and public gardens on hill overlooking Landshut. From one stand in particular we got a magnificent panorama of Landshut, and the country beyond. It was fine to be walking out in the open again, but looking over topping scenery like this, one can’t help thinking of England, and the people at home, and feeling rather fed up.
In the evening 13 other RFC people turned up. Since then until the moment of writing we, the other people, have been shut in our rooms lest, presumably, we get forbidden articles such as compasses from them.
Yesterday evening (May 28th) we had a small potato cake each – with jam, quite an original way of having it. I’ll write home suggesting it. I believe Dad would like them better that way.
15-27 May 1918
Wednesday May 15th. Had a strict search and cross-examination. All our clothes were taken away to be examined and searched, and our underclothes to be washed. We wore some blue clothes, issued to us, for the next fortnight until we got our own back. We also got a fine hot shower bath.
Landshut
We were put in another room upstairs, with good beds and clean sheets. Our rooms were, I think, the servants quarters in the more modern wing of the old Castle, which latter dates back to 1100. Our limits were very small, for we had only about 50 yards by 30 to walk about in; and although we were on the top of a hill we had no outlook on account of the thick wall of trees surrounding the place. Our treatment here has been very good. We get meat twice a day. A typical day is :-
8.0 a.m. Coffee. Sugar
1.0 p.m. Roast veal, potatoes, soup
1/10 loaf of bread
7.30 p.m. Three rissoles (sheeps’ brains) lettuce & soup
Not too much certainly but of very good quality. We pay 4/- a day for this.
Besides this we are able here to buy a good many extras. Sardines three times a week (3/6 a tin). Large tins of peas, French beans or asparagus (3/- a tin) and almost unlimited jam, which is made from vegetables I think, but is very good considering (2/- a lb.). Also quart bottles of good beer, of which I drink one a day, but some people three or four (6d a bottle). When I leave here I’ll get the figures for the quantities of extras we’ve had here, especially of jam and beer. I’ve an idea they’ll be amusing.*
On meatless days, we get a great feed:
8.0 a.m. Coffee. Sugar.
1 p.m. Soup. Rhubarb, Four small hot lard cakes. 1/10 loaf bread.
7.30 Soup. A big pancake.
We’ve been inoculated three times more here, six altogether.
3 Cholera
2 Typhus
1 Typhoid
This place is a quarantine place really before sending one to a permanent camp.
Thursday May 16th. Saw the Camp Inspector today, a civilian, who talked English well. I asked him where Hanna was, and he promised to find out.
* Later: in five weeks 20 of us ate six cwt. of jam, costing roughly £67.
14 May 1918
Tuesday. May 14th. Detrained at Uln at 5. am on border of Wurtemberg and Bavaria, leaving our belongings in the carriage. Marched through Uln a fair sized town, with a most beautiful cathedral. The intricacy of the sort of skeleton work on the outside of the building was simply marvellous. Marched about 2 miles to the next station, and there found a German officers resthouse and restaurant by the railway. Knocked up the girls in charge, who made us coffee with sugar, with which we had some gorgeous tinned ham, and black bread (officers). Had to hurry our meal somewhat, and rush, running, jumping, scrambling across rails and over trains and trucks to our train which had come up to the local station.
Midday. Had lunch at Augsberg. Fish and sourkrout, which I did not care for, potatoes, followed by hot, sweet white bread (sort of lard cake) with apple sauce. Very bon. We, of course, paid for these meals from our credits with the officer.
(Here I should say that Flying Corps officers seem to get considerably better treatment than infantry officers. Whether because they usually are sent about in small and convenient parties, or because of the ‘good feeling’ which certainly exists between the two flying services, I don’t at present know. At the same we are subject to much more stringent searchings and cross-examinations)
Evening. Arrived at Landshut, on Isar in Bavaria. Met by an interpreter. Marched in the pouring rain (when I had considerable wind-up on account of my papier-maché suit cases, and the biscuits therein) to our new camp, which proved to be on a hill overlooking Landshut. It was nearly dark when we arrived; we passed through a very old castle, and into a room which had been a stable, and into which a number of rough beds had been put. We had a blanket each, several biscuits and jam.
13 May 1918
Monday. May 13th. French officers and orderlies were issued with their weekly issue of French biscuits (from the French Government). I never saw any biscuit like these before the War: You simply soak one for a few moments in cold water, put it into a hot oven; or over a hot stove, and, in half an hour, it swells to twice the size, and you have a lump of practically new bread in place of the biscuit. We bought large numbers of them from the French orderlies at ½ mark (6d) each. I myself got about 45.
1.30 p.m. Issue by a Committee of free Red Cross food from Switzerland. Each officer got a little tea, condensed milk, cocoa, pressed beef, biscuits, cheese, and dripping. Those of us who had been at Rastatt could scarcely believe our eyes. Bought glass jars, and enamel plates. We certainly shan’t stay here long.
2.0 p.m. Twenty of us, all R.F.C., taken and carefully searched, with all our belongings; numbers of compasses and other useful articles confiscated. My flying goggles were taken, which I had carefully cherished as a souvenir.
5.0 pm. Took train for an unknown destination in Bavaria. Our German officer was again a most courteous and considerate fellow. He got us dinner on Monday night from a station restaurant during a long stop, roast beef, potato and lettuce salad. Moreover we had all our Red Cross stuff, so we lived like kings.
12 May 1918
Sunday. May 12th. Veal at lunch.
11 May 1918
Saturday May 11th.
Brought out mysteriously one by one and catechised by an interpreter (It needs a nice discrimination to decide what questions to answer and what not to answer. It is manifestly absurd to irritate the man by refusing to answer such questions as <What H.P. had your engine?> when the machine is in their hands, while equally certainly you’re not going to give away any information of real value).
2 p.m. Sent to the main Karlsruhe camp. French colonels and majors. Serbian. Italian majors. Three of our own Brigadiers &c. Grub still average. Library. This place is too good to stop in for long.
10 May 1918
Friday. May 10th. Had a short railway journey to Karlsruhe, a very jolly/country town. Stuck in an ex-hotel there, and locked four in a room. Usual canteen things, cigarettes, sardines &c. brought up to us. We cashed cheques on the spot, I for £5.* Food quite good though distinctly more-ish and largely vegetarian. Still, after Rastatt, I’ll never grumble again – at least, not seriously.
* My Rastatt cheque has not materialised yet. May 28th