Milan Enc

"In the year 1988, on August 21, when the Russians invaded our country, I remember that day that I was lying by the open window, sleeping, I could still hear air-planes. Because it was a flight to Kbely, when the planes were sitting, it was a route. Airplanes were heard all night, so I said: 'It's only a training, it's not possible!' And in the morning, when I got up, I learned that we had been attacked. Immediately we got to work and the first thing we did was that we put together a radio car, which we made available to the radio. Because the Russians went on the radio, we made it available to them. I know that the car, the radio car, was then somewhere near Český Brod, near the radio, what are the two of them, we called it flytraps. And otherwise we immediately threw ourselves on all the aircraft that were operational, and we removed from them the components, without which he could not take off, there was no way to detach from the ground."

"In the year 1945, that was the beginning of January, it was snowing, the sun was shining and I drove a sawdust from Mr. Materna, the plumber. It was this diameter, this kind of cylinder, and the wood sawdust was stuffed into it, there was a rod in the middle, which then pulled out, it ignited in the stove from below, and it burned all night. There was no coal after the war, nothing, and this was a great thing. So I drove the cauldron home and saw a machine gun shooting and planes flying, and I saw it chasing, and suddenly a wing flew away from the one. And the wing spun like this, it fell to Čelákovice. And the pilot flew, I thought he would fall to Zelenec. He flew down, he spun like this, he had a cockpit pulled up like this, he had his hand outside and he did it like that. And I saw it, I saw his hood, the way he does, the way he waves, and then it exploded. And he fell between Dehtár and Zelenč, about halfway through. Recently, I led some people from the Institute of History who were looking for the place and found it. I ran there right away, left the kettle in front of the barracks and ran there. And when I ran there, it was already burning and I saw people pulling out a parachute, tangled, pulling him out. And suddenly the Germans arrived on motorcycles and a German, a fat one, rushed to us and drove us away. There were about four or five of us boys. And he drove us a little into that scarp by the road, we had to lie down there, and he stood over us and held us, we couldn't look out. And we just lay down, so it started banging, because there were also sharp cartridges, a machine gun, a cannon, then it started banging. That's how he actually saved our lives."