Legend has it there was one on Fort Jackson. The neighborhood I grew up in was once on Relaxin’ Jackson and there were several building foundations in the surrounding woods. We were told as kids those foundations were part of the POW camp.
When we were stationed in Bremerhaven, Germany the owner of a local gasthaus was a POW in Texas. He went to Texas every year on vacation. When we were drawing down in the early 90s I asked “Joe” what he was going to do when we all left. His answer ws “When the American’s go, Joe goes. I am moving to Texas!”
More than once Joe told me that he had a good time in Texas. I guess in retrospect anything is better than the Russian front.
When I was in Germany in the 80s, I knew a German clock maker, who was a POW in Paris, Texas. He was captured by the Army in North Africa. He said it was the best thing that could have happened. He said there were some real Nazis there too, but he stayed away from them.