QUOTE (domsim @ Feb 16 2005, 07:53 PM)
Out of curiosity I did a quick trawl on the National Archives search engine and there are quite a few papers on the Isle of Man camps (and prison camps in general in the First World War) in the papers of the Foreign Office. The most interesting is
FO 383/339 Turkey: Prisoners, 1917
part of the description of the various reports in the file includes;
'Deaths of three Turkish prisoners at Knockaloe: Ramadan Mohamed, H Kalid Ibrahim and Hossein Ali.'
and
'Number and treatment of Turkish prisoners in United Kingdom, including list of rations at Knockaloe and Douglas camps. '
As I'm going up to Kew this weekend I shall try and have a look at the file.
Dominic
Dear Friends I thank you in the name of all Turks sharing your information abaut Turkish soldiers died at British POW camp.I can only read a holy prayer for their souls. My Allah mercy them. I can only write the following verse of Turkish National poet Mehmet Akif Ersoy about Turkish soldiers died in Gallipoli.
For The Martyrs Of Canakkale
Shot down, on their spotlessly clean foreheads they lie,
For the sake of Crescent what suns are setting, O God!
Hey Soldier! Who has fallen on the ground for this land!
It would be worth their while
For our ancestors to descend from heaven
And kiss your unsullied forehead!
How great you are; our religion is saved by your blood;
Only the lions of the Battle of Bedr were as glorious.
Who could dig the grave that won't be too small for you?
`Come', if I say, `Let's bury you into History!'
You won't be contained in it.
That book isn't large enough
For the epochs you played havoc with.
Only eternity can contain you.
Saying, `this is your tomstone'
If I could place the Kaaba on your head,
And listening to the divine inspiration of my soul
Write down your epitaph,
Then, if I could take the voult of heaven
As if it was a woollen cloak
And cover your bleeding tomb
With all the planets.
If I could build with April clouds
A dome over your tomb,
And extend the seven starred Pleiades from there;
You, enwrapped with your blood 'neath the chandelier
While lying there,
If I could bring the moon to your graveside
And make it attend on you as your keeper
Until daybreak,
And then, if I could fill your chandelier to the brim
With dawn;
If I could wrap round your wound
In the evenings with tulles of sunset,
Even then I could not say
I have done enough
To cherish your blessed memory.