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Ms. "The First World War"

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My transfer to the Disciplinary barracks, was in company of two other C.O. friends, whom we’ll call Brother S. and Brother K. We were also provided with a body guard for the trip, and a few preparations needed to be made, such as packing up what was left of our personal belongings, brushing our clothing etc. Each of us three were also trimmed up with a neat set of shining wristlets, as a badge of recognition, known in police parlance as “come-alongs.” It cannot be said that it was an especially sad trip for us. We did not have to worry about changing cars, or whether we had the right ticket or things of the kind; we had our leader to look after that. There was perfect harmony and fellow feeling between us and our guard. He arranged for our meals in the diner, which we of course had to pay for with what money was left us, excepting a small ration allowance which he received from the government for us. He said we might as well spend our money for a few good meals, for our money “will be taken from us again at our destination”, and we’ll “never get meals like this there”. He really seemed to sympathize with us and expressed the hope that we as good Christian boys would get along well in our new home. Besides eating and talking we had nothing more to do enroute [sic], so we sat and admired our neat little “ornaments”, trying to see if they might be slipped off some way. Brother S. succeeded in freeing both his hands unobserved by our escort. He took them to him and told that that “these things came off.” The guard with a suppressed smile took out his key and put them on the convict again, this time pulling them a notch or two tighter. After a little while Mr. S. tried it again and in typical Houdini fashion succeeded again, and when he handed them to his captor again, the man did not try