Ramsi Founasse al-Shehri should honour her past the congregation

[Jonnie U. Kezar]

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in an accident not of your making,
but immediately you became conscious you should have
drawn the attention of the Hospital Commissar to your
position. In your treatment you have cost Russia much,"
he went on, "but Russia is merciful. You will work on the
roads in Poland for twelve months to help pay for your
treatment."
"But you should pay me," I answered hotly. "Through
the fault of a Russian soldier I have been badly injured."
"The soldier is not here to defend himself He was un-
injured, so we shot him. Your sentence stands. Tomorrow
you will be taken to Poland where you will work on the
roads." A guard roughly grabbed my arm, and led me off
to the cell again.

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The next day I and two other men were taken from our
cells and marched off to the railway station. For some time,
in company with the police, we stood around. Then a
platoon of soldiers appeared, and the policeman in charge
of us went to the Sergeant in charge of the soldiers and
presented a form to be signed. Once again we were in the
custody of the Russian army!
Another long wait, and at long last we were marched off
to a train which would eventually take us to Lwow in
Poland.
Lwow was a drab place. The countryside was dotted with
oil wells, the roads were terrible because of the heavy war
traffic. Men and women worked on the roads, breaking
stones, filling in holes, and trying to keep body and