The Memoirs of a Swine in the Land of Kultur; or, How it Felt to be a Prisoner of War

The Author and an English Fellow-Prisoner, from Photograph Taken Three Months Before the Armistice. The Author is Wearing an Old French Uniform With Which he was Fitted Out After Running Away and Losing his Regulation Prison Costume
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HOW IT FELT TO BE A PRISONER OF WAR
By BEN MUSE
36926 Lance-Corporal 11th King’s Royal Rifles
Price 50 Cents
Copyright, 1919 BY BEN MUSE
THE SEEMAN PRINTERY, DURHAM, N. C.
The following narrative tells of the adventures of an American boy in German imprisonment from his capture November 30, 1917, to his release December 9, 1918. The author is a native of Durham, N. C. , and a student of Trinity College, who went over and joined the English forces before America’s entry into the war, serving in the Eleventh King’s Royal Rifles six months and going through the severe fighting around Ypres and Cambrai before his capture.
I was bandaging poor Sergeant Sharpy’s wounds.
“It’s all up with us, Muse,” he said.
I feared that it was all up with him , at any rate, as I clumsily tried to stop the torrent of blood which was flowing from his head and shoulders.