"Nothing like that in German prison camps," growled Bart.  "Horrible food, mouldy crusts, rotten meat, and not enough of that to keep body and soul together.  In a few months the men are little more than skeletons.  They work them sixteen or eighteen hours a day in all kinds of weather.  They set dogs on them and prod them with bayonets.  Did you read of the forty they tortured to death by swinging them by their bound arms for hours at a time in freezing weather?"