But fate as usual took my hand A German prisoner i became Kregie life stared right at me Dull existance no wine no dame.

First to camp near Frankfort With interrogators to “play” Locked alone in a little room Four pieces of bread & a bowl of soup the bill of fare each day.

When finally they were finished with me Too a transient camp i was sent in comparison a heavenly place to “bash” all the food i was bent.

Next i was shipped to a Stalag Luft At Sagan it happened to be There i’ll sit a prison of war Till i’m shipped back over the sea