[The following is from Otto Giese’s memoir Shooting the War: The Memoir and Photographs of a U-boat Officer in World War II. Here, the war has ended and German POWs, mosly U-boatmen, are interred in Allied POW camps in Singapore.]
Unknown to the British, I made contact with our Chinese friends, who supplied us with fresh provisions and other necessary items. Often I drove secretly into town with them to buy pigs and poultry, which we raised within sight of the jail guards positioned along the high walls.
There was no barbed wire around our camp, although there were times when the subject was brought up after one of our men, dressed in his best civilian clothes, would be caught in one of the local dance halls. We would usually offset any reprisals by holding a nightly roll call with a British officer present. What he didn’t notice was that some of his paratroopers were in line substituting for some of our men, who were off in town.
Source:
Giese, Otto, and James E. Wise. “Prisoner of War and Repatriation.” Shooting the War: The Memoir and Photographs of a U-Boat Officer in World War II. Naval Institute, 2003. 248. Print.
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