Part 5: A prisoner's despair: Only God knows I'm here  By David
Venditta  Of The Morning Call  December 30, 2004   THE STORY SO
FAR: Germans have marched wounded Army Pfc. Jim Creech from a
hospital to a holding pen for Russian POWs.  Fifth of 10 parts
Jim Creech took his place on the cold concrete floor among the
miserable Russians. He couldn't help but bump them, they were so
close. His space, outlined in yellow paint, was only 2 feet by 6
feet. He had it because its previous occupant had died.  All Jim
had was a cruddy white enamel pan, like a wash basin.  The
Germans closed the building's big metal door and locked it. Jim
tried to sleep, using the pan upside down as a pillow. It was
winter, and the room was unheated. Without mattresses or
blankets, Jim and the 100 Russians shivered on the freezing
floor.  Jim's feet hurt. They were frostbitten. The night before
he was captured, he had taken off his socks and washed them.
That morning his unit had to leave in such a hurry, he put on
his shoes without his