Jaroslav Vrtálek

“We went via Poland to Königsberg. That’s where the border between Poland and Germany was. We arrived to one station and wanted to get off the train, but the Poles made us get on again, saying that it was not possible to get off there, that there were many spies. We told the train dispatcher that we would jump out of the train in the next station, but that under no circumstances would we go to Germany. We jumped out at the following stop, it was some larger village, and we hurried away. There we were caught pretty quickly, they locked us up in a school house. We explained that the Czechoslovak army was being formed in Bronovice.”

“I was a dispatch rider and my vehicle got a direct hit. I got shot in my leg. They brought me to a field hospital. They wanted to amputate immediately. It was a penetration wound. My leg was almost cut off, it was just hanging on the tendons. In the field hospital there was one female Polish doctor, she saw my Czechoslovakia badge and she told me in Polish: ´We will not amputate, you’re still young.´ One understands some Polish. They transported me to England. Our military hospital was there. It was in May 1945, London was celebrating and I was lying in the operating room. I spent the end of the war in hospital, they had to fracture my leg again because it hadn’t healed properly.”

“It was on Christmas. We received some packages from Egypt, there was chocolate, some biscuits, perhaps even a can of beer. We received this from Czechs from Palestine. They gave us chocolate, the English brought some whisky, and we celebrated Christmas properly. But we still had to keep the patrols.”

“One older sergeant (his name was Robert Sedláček) was saving a lot, he was not going out when he got a leave, and he was buying gold pounds for what he saved from his pay. We avenged on him by writing his name repeatedly in a guestbook at a brothel. One day our head doctor Firth got hold of the book, and he couldn’t believe it was possible, the guy must be having a new lease on life, and he invited him for a checkup. (…) Later it came out, he found out that we had only played a joke on him, and we apologized to him. I met him in Opava one day after the war. (…) He told me: ´You guys got me.´”