The reports available on our own internment camps do not go back beyond March, 1916.
Not till July, 1917, does there seem to have been any definite application for the inspection of Turkish internment camps.
It is in the internment camps everywhere, rather than in the fighting line, that bitterness sinks into the soul.
At the internment camps in this country the officers generally speak of the men under their charge with humanity and respect.
A once-loved prince of German blood had been frozen out of the navy, and the internment camps were growing like boom towns.
Everywhere is dead-lines and permissions and internment camps and persecutions, and all who are not in prison are afraid.
Several parties of Germans who escaped from internment camps have been recaptured with comparative ease.
Investigation revealed how thorough the work of the German seamen—now enjoying themselves in internment camps—had been.
I wonder if the British authorities follow a similar practice among the German internment camps in this country?