POW Diaries 1945 February 19 1945 J.H.Hallam Stalag VIIIB

Februari 19 1945 Monday.


I was nearly blown out of bed last night with draught under door, and it was colder than the antartic. I get the coffee, have a slice of bread, and the last of the cheese. Stay in bed till soup comes up, fairly thick too. Jerry asks for bakers, everyone is a baker now. Dick makes tea, we make the bed again, get in and drink tea. Freezing. Make another pud. Today! Soup again tonight. Turning in, cold.



‘pud’  =   pudding.