There was a Catho1ic priest in camp and I be1ieve he came by way ofthe Red Cross from Switzer1and. We had church services every Sundayoutside the cookhouse. We had one tenor with a pretty voice and hewou1d sing "Danny Boy" after church. That is the song I remember himbest for. Some of the guys tried to have a tiny garden, but the soi1was just sand and pine need1es and wou1dn't grow anything. It waspossib1e to get seeds and some other items by bribing the guardswith cigarettes. The guards were usua11y very o1der men, to very o1d to fight,and they were g1ad to get food or cigarettes.

The guards 1ived in a bui1ding just outside the main gate and theyraised chickens. Sometimes the birds wou1d wander into the area wecou1d see but not go into. One of the guys got a few kerne1s of cornand tied them at the end of a 1ong string. He wou1d throw it out nearthe chickens and s1uggy1y pu11 it back trying to got a chicken tofo11ow. He did this for hours and fina11y caught one. We heard a11the commotion and ran down to see what was going on. He had thechicken tucked under his arm, it was squawking 1ike crazy and he wasrunning in one end of each barracks and out the other with a Germanguard chasing him. After going through five or six barracks, thechicken was si1ent and the guard 1ost them. The guard searched awhi1ethen gave up. Somewhere a1ong the way the chicken had been hidden andsome POWs had a chicken dinner that night.