Hi,
ok, I was wondering a bit how to interperate that line.
But at least he had a son, it seems.
So it's perhaps possible to find some of his descendants.
(This captain was the highest ranking officer, of the prisoners, as far as I can see, on the file, (from 1916), on MyHeritage).
It would have been a bit odd, to write: 'Go your way, your son Liveth', on a memorial, I guess.
But I also read somewhere, (when I googled the name), that Mr. French, also died quite soon, after World War I.
And the highest ranking officer, on the submarine, escaped back to the UK, it says, in the Wikipedia-article.
So I guess it could be, that these officers, (that my Danish relative, was looking after), perhaps were looked on, as traitors or something, when they returned, to the UK, after World War I.
But I'm sure they weren't.
I'm going to do more research about this later.
I haven't been to Isle of Wight myself, but I guess, with that many citizens, then three Norwegian women could go there, on holiday, every summer, without almost anyone noticing.
It was just a bit of a coincidence that I knew some people, who used to go there, each summer.
(I also met Siri Rognli Olsen, about ten or fifteen years leater, by chance, in Oslo.
And then she was into orgasm-control, S&M, and sex-clubs, and things like that, (and in 1990, she tried to get me, to be a male au-pair, for American business-women, in New York).
So I hope she haven't destroyed the whole island/holiday-resort).
Thanks again for the help!
Best regards,
Erik Ribsskog