TCD MS 10823 folio 36 recto
[Sept 1918] The floor was hard and draughty, and tired though I was, sleep would not come. At length the following morning, the two soldiers came backed and said they would take me to a man’s camp near Schwerin.
One of them took me to his house and gave me a meal of bread and apple jam and a cup of coffee. Later on in the day we went to the nearest station and took the train to Schwerin. Hence I was taken on to Gorries, <a Strafe camp for private soldiers> and was thrust into a dark cell there, where I remained for 48 hours <in solitary confinement> until an escort from Furstenberg came to fetch me. The British interpreter however found out who I was <and> told some of the <prisoners amongst whom>, strange to say, there were some who belonged to my old Regular Battalion, and had served under me in India twelve years before. They were kindness itself, and bribing the guard they sent in food of every description for me; I cannot feel grateful enough to them. A lantern was brought in for five minutes to enable me to see to eat it, but I was never allowed to thank them for their kindness.
The escort from Furstenberg, were very much amused at my appearance and did not recognize me at first. We went by train by a very roundabout way to Parchim, where there was a proper detention barrack for officers. We travelled in 2nd class carriages to the indignation of civilian travellers who edged away from me and I own <that> in my muddy clothes, I must have looked a pretty bad ruffian.