“Swine” and “dog” seems to be the current manner of address where British are concerned in German prison camps. Kicks and blows with the butt end of a rifle were their daily-portion. Our men tell of comrades dropping on the way to work from hunger-dysentery, and being beaten with rifles until they got up and went on and died over their work; of men who were refused admission to hospitals being carried out dead from the huts while German sentinels stood by laughing; of men, with acute dysentery, crawling out at night for relief, and dying on the ground under the eyes of an indifferent sentry.