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Hundreds – no, - thousands – watched us being carried, pushed, or helped into the waiting motor-waggons.

When we were all inside these the canvas flaps were dropped and we rattled away along a cobbled road.

Cobbles! with iron tyres! Ugh! Our drive was in a circle; we returned to the water-front again on entering the gates of the big naval hospital.

We were taken to portable papier-mache barracks erected in the hospital grounds, some 16 patients to a hut.

In our hut are Cuthill, John, the Jap. 3rd officer and Nagayama, and some niggers.

A continuous procession files in to look at the latter, niggers being apparently scarce in Germany.

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