Antonios Pissanos
Prodos 1978 (and other publishers)
307 pages


Antonios Pissanos was captured at Smyrna by Kemalist forces in September 1922 and made a prisoner of war. He was placed in a group of 3,000 men and sent to the interior of Turkey. Along the way many of the prisoners were slaughtered while most of those who survived later died of disease and malnutrition.

In the chapter titled A Real Slaughter of Humans, Pissanos recounts when Turkish guards pause the group somewhere in the interior and begin a mass slaughter of prisoners.  Pissanos writes:

Meanwhile the other Turks have gone rabid. They start grabbing prisoners and slaughtering them. A soldier orders a prisoner to start running. The unfortunate man stands hesitantly. The soldier then hits him hard with a whip. The prisoner starts running like a crazed man. They lift their riles and shoot him. Within a few metres, he falls to the ground, dead.

After that celebration, the Turks ordered us to stand. "Dont be afraid" they told us, "we won't touch anybody else." We got up. Beside me was Kontaksi. The Turkish Cretan who was doing all the slaughtering approached us. I didn't dare lift my head to look at him. I heard him saying: "Come here you." I thought he was talking to me.  I felt that my last hour had arrived. But, he was talking to the unfortunate Kontaksi, the telegraph worker. He grabbed him by the hand and says to him: "Come here giaour (unbeliever), let me tell you something." He then takes him two metres away from the line. "You look Armenian, I can tell by your face" he says to him. Kontaksi is shocked and takes exception as he realises that there's a chance Greeks might be spared, but not Armenians. But the Turk doesn't  listen. He jumps on top of Kontaksi like a rabid animal and grounds him. Then immediately, like a bolt of lightning he pulls out a knife, a knife that had been sunk into the flesh of many Christians that day, and begins to stab his victim mercilllesly as his victim screams and begs, in vain. The wicked man doesn't stop until he notices that the injuries were so severe that death was inevitable. He turned to us and said: "That jerk was Armenian." But who would dare tell him he was wrong at that moment? I will never forget those final moments, and the torture that the unlucky Kontaksi had to endure.