Bohuslav Anděl

“I got off the train in Dubno and there was a village there were one of my aunts lived. So we went, my older brother and I, and spent the night at our aunts´. In the morning my aunt harnessed her horse – there was no other means of transport – and drove us home. And we met half way there. Imagine what a reunion that was. And that very night the Organisation of Ukrainian Nationalists came. They wanted me to hand over my uniform. To give them my hat and belt and army uniform that I had brought with me. I was asleep in the bedroom and they weren’t sure so they didn’t enter the bedroom and my wife gave it to them. That way, they left.”

“We suffered from lack of provisions. I remember that there was even a shortage of bread. That whenever I met friends I asked them whether they had extra bread and whether they could give me some.”

“I was really happy to have lived to see the end of the war. We were overwhelmed by joy because war is the worst thing in the world. Because it kills innocent people. People that are there simply because they were sent to fight. Because they were forced to. The worst thing that can happen is war. Those that have power decide to start a war among and ordinary people go and leave there lives there. For nothing, just like that.”

“We attacked from below and the Germans had us on a plate. There was heavy mist but when it suddenly dispersed, they had us on a plate. When they opened fire, I remember there was a small hole, a tiny trench I thought I might just crawl in to. And when I looked out of the trench I saw people and horses dropping like flies. It was terrible.

“Our village always applied to the Polish government for a Czech teacher to be appointed to our school. There were only four classes in the school but we always had a Czech teacher. Later, my father enrolled me in a school run by the Czech Foundation in Ludsko. I lived with my uncle who had a butchers shop there. We considered ourselves Czech. We never had to be ashamed of the fact that we were Czech. We were always one up on the other nationalities that lived there.”

“A mine once fell into a mortar trench and left people there begging: „finish me off, finish me off.“ Someone had a wounded stomach and there were splinters poking out of his back. And he kept begging: „finish me off, finish me off, spare me the suffering.“ You can’t do that, of course. The most you can do is wrap him up and, if you get a chance, take him to the back. It was hard. That’s why I keep telling you that the day the war ended I said it was the best day of my life for having survived. I hadn’t expected to. My brother lost an arm and I envied him because I though: he’s going to get out of here and stay alive but there’s no hope for me. That’s how I felt.”