The treatment of overcoats was to cut a piece right out of one sleeve, and insert a piece of yellowish-brown stuff, such as is shown in Bromley’s photograph.  We knew that coats were coming for us, and were particularly anxious to get them before they were disfigured with the rings which they would put on or with this band of cloth.  If we could get the coats as they came from the Red Cross, they would look quite like civilian’s coats, and be a great help to us when we made our next escape.  Bromley and I had spent hard thinking on how we could save our coats.

Larkins, one of the boys who worked in the parcels office, watched for our overcoats, and when they came he slipped them into the stack which had been censored, and in that way we got them without having them interfered with.  But even then we were confronted with a greater difficulty.  The first time we wore them the guards would notice we had no rings, and that would lead to trouble.  The piece of cloth on the arm was not so difficult to fix.  Two of the boys whose coats were worn out gave us the pieces out of their coats, which we sewed on, instead of inserting.  The rings had been put on in brown paint lately instead of red, and this gave Bromley an idea.  We had a tin of cocoa, saved from our parcels, and with it we painted rich brown rings on our new coats.  We were careful not to wear these coats, for we knew the cocoa rings were perishable, but we had our old overcoats to wear when we needed one.  This saw us past the difficulty for a while.

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On Christmas Day we had the privilege of boiling in the cook-house the puddings which came in our parcels, and we were given a Christmas card to send instead of the ordinary cards—­that was the extent of the Christmas cheer provided for us.

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Soon after Christmas there was a party of about four hundred picked out to be sent away from Giessen; the ring-men were included, and all those who had refused to work or given trouble.  Bromley and I were pretty sure we should be included, and in anticipation of the journey touched up the cocoa rings on our coats.  They were disposed to flake off.  I also prepared for the projected move by concealing my maps.

I put several in the pasteboard of my cap and left no trace, thanks be to the needle and thread I had bought in the army canteen, and my big one I camouflaged as a box of cigarettes.  A box of Players’ Cigarettes had been sent to me, which I had not yet broken into.  I carefully removed the seal, being careful to break it so that it could be put back again without detection.  Then I cut my map into pieces corresponding to the size of a cigarette, and, emptying out the tobacco from a few, inserted the section of map instead, and put them carefully in with the label showing.  I then closed the box and mended the band so that it looked as if it had not been broken.  I felt fairly safe about this.