"I was myself in the Ushak prisoners camp. When we lost our doctors from
typhus, mourning has set in in our souls. With doctor Dielacovias
we had served in the виии b squadron of mountain artillery and were taken prisoners together.
Among other things you have published on Ushak camp I remember the following :
In the Ushak camp 50-60 people were dying daily from typhus, dysentery
and frostbites in the winter. We were forced to put them by twos
on stretchers and carry them at a short distance to the west of Ushak. There we
were emptying them in a gorge 3-4 metres deep, where they would reach bottom tumbling.
But towards March when the winter was over, the disintegrating bodies of our unfortunate
brothers were oozing. The foul smell reached Ushak and the Turks realizing that there was
the danger of cholera were taking us daily to collect what was left by the vultures.
But how bury them? There were neither picks nor spades. Only wooden ones and we couldn't dig
the earth. We were hit with a whip, especially by one Suleiman tsaous who was the tiger
of the camp, because we didn't cover well the relics of our brothers. The vultures
were sitting on the rim of the gorge anticipating more bodies".
Ch. Angelomatis, Chronikon Megalis Tragodias, Athens, Bookshop of Estia, n.d., pp. 387-388.