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“Human beings in there took turns standing or lying down. The legs of those who stood were like fence posts driven into a warm, squirming, farting, sighing earth. The queer earth was a mosaic of sleepers who nestled like spoons.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

“The organization of the camps in the east revealed a contempt for life, the life of Slavs and Asians and Jews anyway, that made such mass starvation thinkable. In German prisoner-of-war camps for Red Army soldiers, the death rate over the course of the war was 57.5 percent. In the first eight months after Operation Barbarossa, it must have been far higher. In German prisoner-of-war camps for soldiers of the western Allies, the death rate was less than five percent. As many Soviet prisoners of war died on a single given day in autumn 1941 as did British and American prisoners of war over the course of the entire Second World War.

pp. 181-182”
― Timothy Snyder, Bloodlands: Europe Between Hitler and Stalin

“The towering, uniformed, blonde man demanded, rather than ordered yet another whisky. This was one of life鈥檚 luxuries exempt from rationing. To the swinging music of 鈥楪lenn Miller鈥�, Lieutenant Patrick Starkey of the King鈥檚 Royal Rifle Corps drank himself into oblivion; the bloody war forgotten for now.”
― Anthony Hulse, Comrades of Deceit

“What is going to happen to the Aurorans?"
"They are prisoners of war," Albion said. "I should imagine they will be set to work at the base of the Spire."
Grimm tightened his jaw. "No, sir."
"No?"
"No, sir," Grimm said. "I've seen that place. You might as well tie a noose around their necks and stand them on blocks of ice, if you want them to die a slow death. It will be cleaner."
"I'm not sure why this concerns you, Captain," Albion said.
"Because they surrendered to me," Grimm said. "They gave me their parole, sir. They could have fought on with no real chance of victory, and it would have been bloody. But that surrender saved blood and lives of Albions and Aurorans alike. I will not see Captain Castillo repaid with such churlish treatment.”
― Jim Butcher, The Aeronaut's Windlass

“鈥� 袗 褔褌芯, 褏谢芯锌褑褘, 写械谢芯 褌邪斜邪泻? 鈥� 褋泻邪蟹邪谢 写械写. 鈥� 袣懈械胁 褋写邪褞褌.

袦褘 胁芯蟹屑褍褌懈谢懈褋褜:
鈥� 袣懈械胁 鈥� 胁褌芯褉芯泄 笑邪褉懈褑褘薪. 袨谐芯, 写械写, 械褖械 蟹薪邪械褕褜, 泻邪泻芯泄 斜芯泄 斜褍写械褌!
鈥� 袣邪泻芯泄 褌邪屑 斜芯泄, 鈥� 屑邪褏薪褍谢 写械写 褉褍泻芯泄. 鈥� 袙褘 锌芯褋屑芯褌褉懈褌械: 泻褍写邪 懈屑 胁芯械胁邪褌褜?

校褋褌邪胁褕懈械, 懈蟹屑芯褉写芯胁邪薪薪褘械 谢芯褕邪写械薪泻懈 褌褟薪褍谢懈 胁芯械薪薪褘械 褎褍褉褘, 芯褉褍写懈褟, 褉邪蟹胁邪谢懈胁邪褞褖懈械褋褟 褌械谢械谐懈. 袣褉邪褋薪芯邪褉屑械泄褑褘 斜褘谢懈 芯斜芯褉胁邪薪薪褘械, 蟹邪褉芯褋褕懈械, 懈蟹褉邪薪械薪薪褘械. 袧械泻芯褌芯褉褘械, 胁懈写薪芯, 写芯 泻褉芯胁懈 褉邪蟹斜懈胁 薪芯谐懈, 褕谢懈 斜芯褋懈泻芯屑, 锌械褉械泻懈薪褍胁 斜芯褌懈薪泻懈 褔械褉械蟹 锌谢械褔芯. 袗 褍 写褉褍谐懈褏 胁芯胁褋械 薪械 斜褘谢芯 薪懈 褋邪锌芯谐, 薪懈 斜芯褌懈薪芯泻. 楔谢懈 斜械蟹 胁褋褟泻芯谐芯 褋褌褉芯褟, 泻邪泻 褋褌邪写芯, 褋谐懈斜邪褟褋褜 锌芯写 褌褟卸械褋褌褜褞 屑械褕泻芯胁, 褋泻邪褌芯泻, 芯褉褍卸懈褟 懈 芯褌薪褞写褜 薪械 胁芯懈薪褋褌胁械薪薪芯 蟹胁褟泻邪褟 屑褟褌褘屑懈 泻芯褌械谢泻邪屑懈.

鈥� 袨 薪械褋褔邪褋褌薪褘械 褉邪褋械泄褋泻懈械 褋芯谢写邪褌褘, 鈥� 锌褉芯斜芯褉屑芯褌邪谢 写械写, 褋薪懈屑邪褟 褕邪锌泻褍 [101鈥�2].”
― 袗薪邪褌芯谢懈泄 袣褍蟹薪械褑芯胁, Babi Yar: A Document in the Form of a Novel

“A loud explosion followed the ricochets off the ships, and the beach was now invisible, due to the black smoke. Loud screams enhanced the terror, and Frankie almost fell over one of the bodies. Faster and faster, he waded, until he began to run towards the beach, the smoke now clearing.”
― Anthony Hulse, Comrades of Deceit

“In spite of everything, all the POWs except for the Russians were receiving food parcels and medication from the International Red Cross. The Soviet Union had withdrawn from that organisation. Stalin said then: 鈥淭here are no POWs of ours 鈥� there are traitors鈥�”
― Anna Timofeeva-Egorova, Over Fields of Fire: Flying the Sturmovik in Action on the Eastern Front 1942-45

“The combat during the war was only a part of the horror. When soldiers came home, they were faced with new challenges, new fights to be won. When the anti-war public sentiment was strong, as it was during the Vietnam war, our brave soldiers came home to expressions of disdain and revulsion instead of the respect and honor they deserved. But perhaps the ultimate betrayal for veterans, who willingly risked their lives when their government asked, was making them fight to prove their sicknesses and disabilities were caused by the war in order to receive the free medical treatment they needed, or to be compensated. These were the worst indignities of war.”
― Helen Picca, The Last Frontier of the Fading West

“The USS Saint Louis and the USS Harvard arrived in Portsmouth, New Hampshire on July 10, 1898, carrying a total of 1,562 Spanish prisoners. Approximately 1,700 Spanish prisoners of war were eventually divided between POW camps in Annapolis, Maryland, and the Navy Yard near Portsmouth, New Hampshire, which is actually in Kittery, Maine. To guard them U.S. Marines were brought in from the Boston Navy Yard.
The internment camp was known as Camp Long, which was named for Secretary of the Navy John Long. From July 11, 1898, to September 12, 1898, the stockade held 1,612 Spanish prisoners, including Admiral Pascual Cervera. After a time these prisoners were granted parole and allowed fifteen days of liberty, permitting them open access to Seavey鈥檚 Island in Kittery, Maine, as well as the Navy Yard, and the town of Portsmouth, New Hampshire. Despite the best efforts by both U.S. Navy and Spanish physicians, thirty-one prisoners died during their incarceration. On September 12, 1898, the prisoners were released and returned to Spain on the S/S City of Rome.”
― Captain Hank Bracker, "The Exciting Story of Cuba"

“During the years of solitary confinement we had communicated with other POWs using a tap code -- tapping on the walls. During the time I was tortured I mainly tapped on the wall with Howie Dunn, a marine F-4 pilot. I poured out my heart to him. We talked about what the Vietnamese were doing to us, we talked about food, we talked about women, we talked about our past lives and what we wanted to do in the future. We tapped for hours. At one point I said, "Howie, what do you look like?" He tapped back and said, "Actually, I look a lot like John Wayne." We were moved away from each other, and I didn't talk to him for about five years. Right before we were coming home the Vietnamese allowed us to all get out together in a big compound and "greet one another" as they said. So I'm standing there talking to some people and this guy walks up to me -- he's short and bald and nondescript, a complete and absolute stranger. I had never laid eyes on him before. He sticks out his hand and says, "Hi, I'm Howie Dunn." In a flash, there he was, my best friend.

[Porter Halyburton, US Navy pilot POW in North Vietnam, 1965 - 1973]”
― Christian G. Appy, Vietnam: The Definitive Oral History, Told from All Sides