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The TERRIBLE DILEMMA that faced O'Callaghan

A voice called out

somewhere there was another

survivor. Should he go back-and risk_THREE lives?

NEARLY

THE STORY SO FAR

a hundred officers and mon of the Royal Norfolk Regimant sur render to the Germans in May 1940 at Lo Paradis in the north of France. In spite of their status as prisoners of war protected by the Geneva Convention, they are marched into a fiold and massacred by two machine guns. Only for help. two privatos -Albert

That frightful moment Pooley and William has never lost its horror. O'Callaghan

shadowa cast by the Atful red light from the fire, a voice monned. It said, "Got me out of the rain, Get me out of the rain."

Among the ninety-odd dead someone was Atill alive. Someone who had probably heard O'Callag han's running footsteps and, not caring whether it was friend or foo, hud moaned

oscape.

were

covery would have been eer. tain when day- light came.

Can

you

manage to crawl some of the way?" ankod Callaghan. He felt himself un- sblo to carry Po further, Hooley

Pooley himself back- began dragging wards in a sitting position through the green córn. O'Callaghan went ahead carry- ing the blanket.

away

The lorry stood within three yards of them. The cab door opened....

and

This was to be their, home for two men who had survived the nine days and nights. But the

mussacre were glad of His shelter. Food was the Ite problem.

the next

men Jumped out.

O'Callaghan, had come through but he could not the ordeal with

see outside. comparatively. Through the hours of daylight ittle injury. The sleeve of his he could only study the white- After the Gormans havo The decision O'Callaghan gress, and Pooley

I was slow, agonising pra tunic had been pierced by four washed loft the field of murder, had to make was the most after

had to rest bullets, but two had entirely crawling on them.

bricks and the Bles O'Callaghan goes off to appalling of his life.

every few yards, but missed his flesh, the third had The those few yards were reconnoitro

getting made a superficial wound, and some form Germans

him farther close, the

from the the fourth had cut along the buildings, while Pooley, light from the fire

Germans in the farm, and after flesh between elbow and, wrist, badly wounded in

WAB what they had experienced the sufficient

at It had not lodged in the arm. to betray any German hands, any Guffering But he felt stift and sore. leg, lies helpless beside

movement. Across the mea-

was preferable to recapture. tho

clothes had dried on him, corpses of his

was hungry and uncomfortable. comrades.

dow was his sorely wounded He

YOWS to

comrade.

There was no sign of human potatoes, avenge their dooth, and

life anywhere in the farmyard. takes a lighter from the pocket of one of them

O'Callaghan decided to and more sheltered hiding place. He pledge that

discovered a apace, about means fo bring the

yard

wide by three or four war criminals

yards long between a wood- to justice.

pile and a hedga A leafy scrub served as door. The place was safer to hide in than the open

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ho

'CALLAGHAN backed away from

the barn and hurried back to

Pooley, "We've got to get out of here," he whispered.

O'Callaghan clutching

the

In front of them they could just make out the outline of some buildings. They had almost paused, reached the end of the field and were approaching another farm. precious They edged forward and

THE VENGEANCE OF

PRIVATE POOLEY

"The barn is full of blanket, half turned, and Jerries." Somehow he got, then realising how desperate the wounded man on his was the situation he and back. He staggered and Pooley were already in. struggled

couple of turned buck and ran another hundred yards or more and forty or fifty paces before then had to give up.

slowing to a walk.

ต

uneon-

an

adapted from the book

By CYRIL JOLLY

barn.

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hardly

raw

O'Callaghan ate' some blade hidden in Pooley's battle peeled with a razor

bring himself to tackle them. blouse. but Pooley could not

Some hens were: wandering about the yard, but O'Callag han was afraid to make a grab at them because of the squawk-, Ing they would make.

Now there was time for O'Callaghan to dress Pooley's terrible wounds as best he could. But all he had in the way of surgical supplies was a nali fle and a fleld dressing.

A lorry

The two men had moved in when a lorry Into the farm entrance. O'Callaghan sold: there's a

lorry

turned

"Bert,

Jerry

coming

Then came another scare. column of German troops halted in the road, and several men. came into the farmyard.

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for us."

Pooley swore,

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O'Callaghan crawled

far into the cubby-hole with Pooley 03 he could and lay motionless.

The larry stopped within three yards of them. The cab door opened and men jumped out. The two Englishmen looked at one another and silently gripped each other's hand.

Two more nights and a day. passed slowly.

́One' German oven entered the passageway from the courtyard. Through ñ small hole in tho ayall they saw a jackboot..

A command

From the road came a shouted The boot-encased leg paused. command. The German in the

Pooley's moans stopped

It was a nightmare situn- for a time and O'Callaghan tion. Had he gone back it thought he Was

would almost certainly have scious. But, after a time, meant death for all three, Pooley said, "Bill, I want a for the Germans wanted no drink. Get me some water." survivors of that atrocity.

O'Callaghan filled

As O'Callaghan reached empty cigarette tin with Pooley and gave him the

The footsteps did not seem to passage turned within one pace come closer. When the lorry and ran out of the building and ditch-water,

a shot rang out, the post of a barbed wire fence. curiosity overcame his caution, the farmyard.

of the doorway to the pigsty and Pooley blanket,

moved away O'Callaghan's drank it eagerly, muddy as O'Callaghan felt that some Twenty er 30 yards beyond the He looked through his peephole. one else, a German, had fener stood a Dutch barn. Hero heard the voice among the was

The lorry, had driven into the prospect of shelter. feld.

A Some hours later they again perhaps food, and kiding place.

heard footsteps coming to the farm. O'Callaghan peeped Pooley had almost reached his dead."

"They're picking up. their cautiously out and saw A utmost endurance,

O'Callaghan whispered. Frenchwoman They were He saw the German party pick about 12 years approaching.

and Ind over a quarter of a mile from up six or seven bodies before the scene of the shooting. His they left. The Norfolk Battalion He watched from the passage- friend half carried him ብር፣ጎዳ

the Germans

it was.

The worst

ously and made

of

ard. The woman, in her lato thirties, with fair hair. and fresh complexion, looked about her in such a distressed manner that O'Callaghan guessed sho was the owner of the farm.

His condition was pitiful. dead. Every movement brought excruciating pain. Weak from loss of blood, he lay in the pouring rain. He felt cold and suddenly recollected The two men lay silent in the farmyard and under the root had defended the farm strenu-way as they entered, the farm- that he had seen some the face of their predica- of the barn where there were pay for its capture.

luxuries-clean straw and socks. blankets near two dead ment and the hideous things civilians who lay near 4 that had happened to them. O'Callaghan laid Pooley, On gate.

This last blow

seemed some straw under a wagon, took almost the worst. They of his soaked battle blouse and

The two men had had nothing could not talk about it, but covered him with sacks. He also

got rid of some of his own wet much to cat since about 3 am sat in the rain sharing the clothes, and wrapped himself up on the previous day, and only blanket, watching the fire, like a cocoon in French sacks small tinfuls of ditch-water, to and trying to find the easiest and was asleep almost before his drink. Pooley was desperate for position for their sodden he used for a pulow, and pain-racked bodles.

Began to run

Against his better judg- ment for the burning farm lit up the field near the pile corpses O'Callaghan agreed to look for the O'Callaghan decided they blankets. The decision led must find some sort of hid-

see

of

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head touched the folded

Haggard

Back water.

to one of the worst moments ing place while it was still Pooley's last memory was of dark. Somehow he got the rain drumming on the Iron root six-foot Pooley on to his above him. Then he passed into a merciful sleep of exhaustion back again and struggled to and forgetfulness. the edge of the field, He

of his life. On his second attempt he had to give it up once because he could be seen so clearly from the barn-he decided to make a dash for it.

Desperate

Near the farmhouse O'Callag han found a cup and a sauce pan. He baled water from the puddles into the saucepan, try ing not to sir it up.

Later that afternoon he found

a better hiding place. Turning two pigs out of a sty, he cleaned it out with his hands and piece of board. Then he went on.

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wife of the farmer, was, in fact, Madame Duquenne - Creton, returning to her home for the first time since the fighting. The obviously frightened. boy at her side was nervous, and

The woman

entered the passageway. She bent down to pick up something, and as she "did so, she glanced through the toeding-hole in the wall and saw a uniformd trouser leg,

A shriek

She gave a shriek, and тап slithered sideways into had a look at Pooley's wounda, turned with an armful of straw. frightened

In the morning O'Callaghan a foraging expedition and TC- screaming across the yard. The large ditch without falling. Pooley was in a pitiable stale.

boy ran shouting after her. His face was haggard with pain look. It was whitewashed The pigsly took on o Pooley cursed and groaned as and loss of blood, His uniform about eight feet square, with a courtyard, culling to the woman

new O'Callaghan Jumped He almost reached the his injured leg went into

to his and feet and rushed out into the was wet and mud-covered from semi-circular

the pile of bodies before he saw cold water. They struggled out dragging himself through the outer wall for light.

opening in the to stop. He got as far as the the blankets. He suntched on the other side of the ditch wet field.

There was also

-roadway before he realised one and began to run back. and fell on to the top of

hia an opening danger. near the floor through which trough.

shot Into the pigs'

Pooley to the pigsty and set him O'Callaghan managed to carry down near the entrance. Through the feeding hole Pooley could. see the floor of a passagoway,

tho

I

bank completely exhausted. The left leg had beert shot food was

through and some of the bullets He had not got a dozen Quite unknowingly, they had

away when from been going in the one direction was a hole big enough to lay a were still in the flesh. There paces somewhere in that dreadful where shelter was to be had. man's flat. In, and the row. flesh

heap, somewhere in the led over open fields where di- blood and earth."

Any other direction would have was (oovered with congealed

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