At the beginning of the Great War the father was put in prison, with good many other Armenian. Several weeks after Armen was deported with his mother and his brother. On the way mother and brother became ill and died. Armen was driven further on by the Turkish gendarms. Weeks long the deported women and children were driven and dragged along in the mountains of the Malatia district. Almost all of them were violated. Most of the men and boys over twelve years old were already massacred. When the caravan came to Surudj a Kurd took Armen to his village. Armen had to learn in his early age ploughing and farm work. He worked ten years long for his "owner." Armen began to think about his future and when he asked the Kurd to grant him a small monthly payment the Kurd said: "You Christian dog, you ought to be glad to be alive among us!" Armen suddenly remembered that he was an Armenian, he fled the same night and reached Urfa. He found work in the shop of an Armenian black-smith. Soon after the Turkish government made a revision, Armenians were selected and sent over the Syrian frontier. Among them was his patron. He had to leave his home and everything, and was driven out by night. The next morning Armen found house and workshop empty. His patron had gone and he did not want to fall in the hands of the Turks once more, he fled and reached safely Arab Pounar. Our agent sent him immediately to us.

Left our care: August 17, 1928. Selfsupporting, Hardware.