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Days came and days went, every single day the commandant asked the same question and every time Alfred responded with the same answer. It was getting quite boring.
But this morning it was different, the commandant wasn't there. Instead, another German soldier entered the room and started shouting orders in German. Alfred glared at him, he was able to see everything again, recovered from the gas attack.
He saw a soldier freeing him from the chain around his ankle, while at the same time his wrists were bound behind his back. Nobody even seemed to bother to tell him where he was going, they just pushed the young American out of the room, into the trenches. It was much like the American trenches, only this one was less muddy and the flags were the opposite of the ones hanging in their trenches. It seemed way more organized. Alfred felt a hand in his back, pushing him through the narrow corridor.
When he was out of the German trench, he saw a carriage. Or actually not really a carriage, more like a few wooden planks bound together with some rope and two horses infront of it. A farmcart, most likely stolen from a farmer in the area. For a moment, Alfred thought the two armies made a agreement, exchange of prisoners of war.
But he then remembered what the German soldier told him ''No, you go to camp. You prisoner of war. '' He wasn't going home, he was going to a camp. He got pushed up the cart, a lot of German soldiers following him. There were wounded soldiers and dead bodies on the cart. The first stop was at a church, the dead bodies were dropped off. There was no time to bury them by themselves, the church had to take care of that.
The next stop was at a hospital. Alfred was glad about that, the wounded had been moaning in pain, it was even unbearable to see what kind of injuries they had. He had tried to look away from them but he could still hear them. From that point on, the ride was long. It took many hours before they again stopped at a camp. It wasn't the camp where Alfred would be imprisoned, no, it was a German army camp where new recruits were trained.
Alfred was pulled of the cart and pushed roughly into the camp. The American cursed in a response to the rough treatment. ''You bloody nazi's, go to hell!'' he snarled, getting a slap at the back of his head. The new recruits, some even younger than he was, were looking at him in curiosity. This was the enemy, a soldier with a torn uniform, his hands bound behind his back.
This was the enemy they would be fighting against in a few more months. Alfred glared furiously at them, those recruits were going to kill his friends. And he could do nothing about it! Alfred felt a push in his back and fell on his knees into the cell, the door closed while the Germans were laughing at him.
The cell smelled musty and there was a thin layer of straw inside. Alfred couldn't see much, as the only light was coming from a small window, in front of it metal bars to keep anyone inside from escaping. If he had been able to do that, his hands still tied behind his back. Alfred was cursing under his breath.
He knew he wasn't at the camp yet, it would take at least another day, maybe more. But now most of the soldiers had left the cart, he might had a chance to escape tomorrow. Alfred scraped some straw together to make some kind of a bed and lied down on it. It wasn't much but at least it was something.
He was woken by a kick in the guts, coughing and gasping for air, he tried to sit up. The Germans were again grinning, grabbing him by his upperarm and jerking him up. Alfred was still slightly bend over, the pain in his stomach wouldn't leave quickly. ''Raus!'' the German orderd, while dragging him out of the cell. He was again pushed onto the cart, the recruits again staring at him like he was an animal in a zoo. The coachman cracked the whip and the horses started walking.
The cart was again full of soldiers, only younger ones, much more cautious than the wounded ones from yesterday. When Alfred moved a few inches towards the edge of the cart, he was immediately grabbed and pulled back.
The towers of the camp appeared in the distance, making a macabre sight. Soldier with rifles were walking up and down in the camp, alongside the fence with barbed wire on top of it. The cart entered the camp, while the German soldiers at the gate looked suspiciously at the American.
Alfred was getting nervous, he was really in a camp now, a camp of the enemy. He saw people, no, more like shadows of people looking at the cart before walking into one of the barracks. They were clearly the inmates here. Two nazis grabbed him and pulled him of the cart, dragging him towards a big building in the center of the camp. Alfred was growling curses at them, almost tripping over his own feet.
Inside of the building there was a huge line of people, German soldiers standing spread throughout the room with guns in their hands. In front, a few desks with soldiers behind them, writing on paper. It was too quick to see everything because Alfred was getting pushed further, through the door.
'Herr Kommandant '' The German soldiers greeted the man, who was also sitting behind a desk, but more richly decorated. The man nodded and again looked at his papers. ''Er ist der amerikanische Kriegsgefangener'' the soldier said. The man waved his hand shortly, to sign to them not to disturb him. ''Baracke C'' he said shortly before Alfred again got pushed out.
They again passed alongside the line of people, having a yellow 6 pointed star on their clothing. At the end of the line, they received camp clothing, also with a yellow star on it. Alfred pitied them, there were even children among them, also babies! But he got pushed forward, outside of the building and towards a barrack, probably C.
There, they finally cut the ropes around his wrists, who already started to bleed. The Germans left and Alfred was standing in the middle of a barack, his new home. About 50 pairs of eyes were looking in Alfreds direction. ''Privjet!'' was the first thing that was shouted to him, by someone lying on a bed. Alfred tilted his head, not understanding what the man was trying to say.
Then another man shouted something to him. ''Hallo!'' Alfred glared angrily at the man, a German, judging to what he was saying. The man seemed to understand why he was glaring like him in that way and added a word. ''Nederland'' aah, the Netherlands, so it was a Dutchy instead of a German. And then finally, a familiar shout went through the air. ''Hello! Are you British?'' Alfreds mood lightnend up when he finally, after weeks and weeks of German, heard a English voice.
''No, I'm an American!'' he shouted back, the other two prisoners lost their interest and again were staring at the ceiling. Alfred tried to figure out where the English voice was coming from. ''Where are you?'' he asked. A hand rose in the air. ''I'm here!'' Alfred walked towards him, seeing a man, maybe a few years older. ''I'm Arthur, England'' the soldier said, while getting up from his bed. ''Alfred, America'' he responded, shaking hands.