Noon
These were halted , at the edge of the field , just behind the officers . An hour passed before another detachment of prisoners was marched down the road and halted . Later more came . Noon had passed before the final detachment arrived . It was wearisome , but Dick Prescott did not feel that he had wasted his time . Full of the hope of escaping , some day , he had watched covertly everything that he could see of German army life and movements behind the fighting line . Also , from several incidents that he witnessed , he gained a new idea of German military brutality .