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[Page 162]

Astor and I were each examined in turn in the office of a most polite, and oily member of the Secret Service and told to be ready to move at 2 p.m. At 2.30 p we emerged from our room to find the corridor crammed with prisoners – all just as they had been captured.

The artillery & infantry were mostly in anti-shrapnel helmets; the numerous Airmen were in Balaclavas and sheep-skin long boots.

In all there were about 50 assorted officers – mostly British.
There were "regular" Captains and war-time "one pippers", Sandhurst flying veterans of 18 or 20 and war-time majors of 28 or thereabouts. Strange to say this collection of birds actually found my tale of woe thrilling! one old bird who had "crashed" in a blazing 'plane actually shuddered because I said I had come through the blockade-line in the "Wolf's" hold!

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