The lack of funds hit our wounded exceedingly hard.  Although they were on the sick list they received no special treatment.  They were in dire need of nourishing food suitable for invalids, but they never received it.  They were compelled, in common with ourselves who were in tolerably good health, to subsist on milkless and sugarless acorn coffee, cabbage-soup, and black bread, which cannot possibly be interpreted as an invalid body-restoring dietary.  As a result of this insufficient feeding the soldiers commenced to fall away.

This systematic starvation, for it was nothing more nor less, rendered the soldiers well-nigh desperate.  In order to secure the money wherewith to supplement their meagre and uninviting non-nutritious food with articles from the canteen, they were prepared to sell anything and everything which could be turned into a few pence.  Khaki overcoats were freely sold for six shillings apiece.  For sixpence you could buy a pair of puttees.  Even buttons were torn off and sold for what they would fetch.  One morning, on parade, a soldier whose face testified to the ravages of hunger tore off his cardigan jacket and offered it to any one for sixpence in order to buy bread.  Little souvenirs which the soldiers had picked up on the battlefield, and which they treasured highly, hoping to take them home as mementoes of their battles, were sold to any one who would buy.  As a matter of fact some of the soldiers were prepared to part with anything and everything in which they were standing in order to get food.

While we fraternised with the soldiers at the very first opportunity to secure details of their experiences which were freely given and to learn items of news, the German guards interfered.  We had been kept in complete ignorance of the progress of the war, and now we were learning too much for our captors.  I may say that all we heard about the war was the occasional intelligence given when we were on parade.  Major Bach would stroll up with German newspapers in his hands and with fiendish delight would give us items of news which he thought would interest us.  Needless to say the fragments always referred to brilliant German victories and he used to watch our faces with grim pleasure to ascertain the effect they produced upon us.  At first we were somewhat impressed, especially when he told us that Paris had been captured.  But when he related ten days later that it had fallen again, and that London was in German hands, we smiled in spite of ourselves because we had trapped him in his lying.

We were now separated from our soldier friends, from whom we had gained a more reliable insight concerning the state of affairs.  The German guards also gave themselves away by relating that they were embittered against the British soldiers because they had fought like devils and had wrought terrible havoc among the ranks of the German army.  Consequently the only opportunity which arose for conversation was during the evenings around the canteen.  Even then we had to be extremely cautious.  If the guard saw one or two civilians associated with a group of Tommies, he would come up, force us apart at the point of the bayonet, and make us proceed different ways.