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The concentration camp of San
Pedro de Cardeña is stamped
indelibly in my memory. Who could
ever forget the savage beatings
so freely given by the corporals and
sergeants, beatings that were
sanctioned and in many cased ordered
by the camp officers
The memory of 700 internationals
lined up for their pitiful noon-day
ration consisting of 8 ounces of bread
(for 24 hours) and a ladle of watery bean
soup. Poorly shod and dressed in
rags waiting in the rain or snow
for their so called food. When the
line moves forward woe betide
the unfortunate comrade who
steps a hair's breadth out of
line to avoid walking through
a puddle. The N.C.O. watches him
and as he comes abreast of the food
pot the sergeant lashes out furiously
with the club, striking at the
head and face of his victim and those
near him.