This place was entirely for officers, and I expect it was a show place where American visitors were taken.
If half the stories one heard were true there were some pretty ghastly prisons away in South and East Germany.
I didn't half like the business.

To be a prisoner has always seemed to me about the worst thing that could happen to a man.

The sight of German prisoners used to give me a bad feeling inside, whereas I looked at dead Boches with nothing but satisfaction.

Besides, there was the off-chance that I might be recognized.

So I kept very much in the shadow whenever we passed anybody in the corridors.