human
And he was English, too. It was a man of a Warwickshire regiment, who had been captured on patrol some days before. The Germans had taken him into their blockhouse--and because of our gun-fire they could not get out of it--and kept him there. He was well treated, and his captors shared their food with him, but the awful moment came for him when the drum-fire passed, and he knew that unless he held his hands high he would be killed by our own troops.
gpt
How awful!
human
Tell us some more tales about the war,
gpt
I might have been killed one evening, said Leonard,
human
Who's Winkles?
gpt
Oh, an awfully good chap, and so humorous! I've never once seen him down. I've got his photo somewhere, I believe. I took a snapshot of him once.
human
Oh, do show it to us!