This is a short piece from JSTOR regarding the survival of native language when people are isolated as prisoners of war. We tend to think of POWs as being in groups, but that has not always been the case, and tough not noted here, must have happened with soldiers in the past, particularly the British or other Empires that often included draftees from different countries. It also reminds me of the story of Daisy Bates who cared for the last of several aboriginal tribes in Australia who no longer had anyone to speak with. Which makes me wonder about human sociability. I love conversations with people when we don’t have a shared language. But that’s not long term, and it’s often fun. Is language or human society in its wider sense the most important?