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ucifixion-"Nix! Nix!"-Civili

ppeared. We were marched down to the railroad under heavy escort, crowded into freight cars and locked in.

very case. They were particularly interested in the quality of our rations and asked if it was not true that we were starving and if our pay had

tle. It gave in great detail all the salient facts which were that after recapturing certain lost positions, the men of a certain regiment had discovered the body of one of their sergeants, together with those of two privates, crucified on the doors of a cowshed and

what was known as "The Crucifixion," it is impossible to say. That prisoners may have been killed is possible, for such things become an integral part of war once

ated their remarks, unless, as was frequently the case, they were made to the offic

ndow in the roof was closed as soon as we drew into a station. When taken out we were under heavy escort and were allowed no opportunity to clean up the accumu

em. And we were very hungry. When, we too, asked for food they said: "Nix! Nix!" The crowds met us at every station and included women of al

eir drinking water and in their food. There was no opportun

since the day of our capture on the coffee received at headquarters in Polygon Wood and the single issue of bread, water and b

chwein. There was a guard for every prisoner, and two lines of fixed bayonets. The mob surged around, heaping on us insults and blows; particularly the women. With hat

gh the crowd. "Schwein!" she screamed, and struck at the man next me. He snapped his shoulders back as a soldier does at attention. Then, drawing deep from the very bottom of