Kiwi Kriegie

A New Zealand Airman remembers
his experiences as a POW in World War 2

60 Years ago today!

 

 


I think the jail was fairly full though you seldom actually met anybody except for the two French lads, also doing time whose job it was to bring rations around our wing. They were'trusties' but always came with a guard to unlock and lock the doors. They obviously were not locked in their cells all thetime because in the evening often one of the lads who I got to know quite well would come along the gallery and we would hold a whispered conversation through the spy hole. This was about a centimetre in diameter.

You will understand the conversation was fairly tortuous as his school boy English was on about on par with my school boy French. Added to which we had to speak as if using a radio telephone, only one at a time.

He was about eighteen or nineteen and was doing nine months for trying to transport some forbidden pamphlets across the border between unoccupied and occupied
France. Just two or three sheets concealed in one of his school books. Never the less I was able to gather quite a a bit of useful information, it helped pass the time and best of all he was able to pass me the odd cigarette.

These of course were Gauloise and quite an acquired taste. I was to smoke much worse things before I was finished. He would also pass in a match. The French wartime matches were something else! I got badly caught the first time I used one. They had a phosphorus head, then for the first millimetre below the head the match had been dipped in sulphur. This was so that you could get the wooden part to burn at all. The trick was when you struck a light and the head flared up, you had to wait till the sulphur had burned off otherwise you got choked by inhaling sulphur dioxide fumes. On the other hand if you waited too long the match would go out. You had to be spot on with your timing.

I would keep the butts, if you had five butts and a cigarette paper you had another cigarette. If you rolled up the butts of the butts to have a third recycle as it were, you had to lie down on the bunk before you lit up otherwise you'd fall down! We were allowed a shower now and then, one at a time. Most days if you hadn't been taken off for interrogation you would get an exercise period in a high walled yard.


This would be about twenty paces long by seven paces wide, at least you could see the sky above. Sometimes there would be another prisoner pacing up and down in there too. There was always a guard so you couldn't exchange much save a friendly glance.


Food was basically a chunk of bread in the morning and some mint tea, some watery soup at
midday and a dish of vegetables in the evening. The food would be brought round in big wooden tubs that were dragged along the gallery outside the cells by the French lads, escorted by a guard to unlock/lock the doors one by one. We each had an old dixie and a spoon to eat with.

 

Galbraith Hyde

 

 

 

 

 

 

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