This is a moving, sometimes horrific and in parts humorous account of the capture and attempted escape of a British prisoner of war and his comrades. From capture, through a long tortuous rail journey in cattle wagons to Poland for slave labour in a sugar factory, and the subsequent death march retreat from Poland to the Western front, forced back by the advancing Russian army. This story is based upon a person who experienced at first hand the atrocity and fruitlessness of war. These innermost feelings and descriptive detail have been put to paper into an entertaining story to make an enjoyable read. Quote: "I stared silently back at my gaping audience, I was ragged, unkempt, unshaven and full of lice with the eating habit of a wolf, I must have presented an inhuman vision. To have recounted one quarter of the reason for my sorry looking, solitary state, to these clean well ordered men, (he refers to soldiers of the USA liberation army) would have invited the men in white coats and a trip to the padded cells. It was then, that subconsciously, the fetters were fixed to my tongue that were to effectively mute my story for the next forty years. " Unquote.