Description
They spilled out over the German countryside in all directions. They stood bareheaded along the roads gaping pitifully at the invaders, still dumbfounded by their sudden release from the slave labor camp. A few hours before, their guards had fled inland to escape the long steel probing fingers of the allied armies. Like wild animals fleeing a forest fire, the prisoners that could still walk had poured forth (rum the hated camp as soon as their guards disappeared. They had no destination. At that moment they were nothing but starved animals putting all possible space between them and their infamous cages, looting and foraging along the way. It was like the lancing of a great carbuncle.
Recommended Citation
Carmichael, Byron M.
(1946)
"The Frenchman,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 14
:
Iss.
4
, Article 14.
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https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol14/iss4/14
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