There was a handful of German prisoners I saw, talking with their guard and exchanging smokes.

One was a barber in a country town.
The man who had him in tow was an English barber.

Bless you, they were talking like one o'clock! That German barber didn't want anything in life except plenty to eat and drink, to be a good husband and good father, and to save enough money to buy a little house of his own.

The Englishman was just the same.

He'd as soon have had that German for a pal for a day's fishing or a walk in the country, as any one else.
They'd neither of them got anything against the other.