Karel Chlebik

“As you asked, there were Czechs, Poles and German, no one asked who was who. And whether I had a good friend there? The guy who was next to me was my friend.” (Interviewer: “Was he Polish or Czech?”) “He was a German. But he prayed the same way I did. Before I was captured, the day before we launched a counterattack, and from our team, out of ten men, only three of us remained. My friend from Upper Silesia, speaking the same dialect… we lay there, and he got shot…He only whispered: ´Moja mama, moja mama...(My mom, my mom...)”

“I was deployed at the Cassino section, which was a difficult one, there was lack of water, in one valley we found a …bombenrichter…how do you call it in Czech….a crater made by a bomb, and it was full of rusty water, but to us it tasted great.” (Interviewer: “When did the greatest turmoil begin?”) “It was almost every day. And the English began their attack, I remember that precisely, on May 11th 1944. As an ordinary soldier, from my perspective I did not believe I would survive another minute. Everyone probably feels fear, I did not see any heroes, any such acting. Each of us tried to say some prayer, because I saw the end as clearly as I now see you. During the day we were sitting in such a hole and we did not dare to stick but one finger out, because they were constantly watching us. So the conditions there were such, that we were receiving our food only at nights. And the tins, which we were to heat over a spirit stove…we did not throw them away. We used them afterwards, if we needed to pee, we would do it in those tins and then throw them away. And the lack of water...only later we discovered that crater filled with rusty water, so we took the containers from gas masks and went to fetch some water with it. The front stood for almost half a year at one spot. One time it was them who attacked, one time us. But it was still in one place, it only began to take a turn in May.”

“As a kid I went to school, to a Polish elementary, and in the countryside it was common for children to work. That means that after school I watched over the cows on the pasture and had to work. I remember the first of September very well. I was out with the cows and the German Stuka airplanes were flying over me, this was a unique plane then, and when I saw the planes, I waved at them.”

“In 1943 my mother, a widow, married a Volksdeutsche (a person claiming German nationality), because there was the danger that we might be displaced. And that I was young and therefore I would not be drafted in the army. It was not so, as a Volksdeutsche I was drafted in 1943 to the German army, I was sent to France, went through training there... People today cannot even imagine. Our leaders were Germans, we were a mixture of Volksdeutsche and Reichsdeutsche together...You cannot imagine the training, not even the paratroopers have something so tough like getting up five time a night, dress and run to the basement, because fliegeralarm (air ride alarm) was sounded. And you had to be dressed, and when it was over, you had to undress again. And another thing was food. It was very bad. People today would not eat it. Eintopf and a loaf of army bread for three men. I ate it in the evening and in the morning I was hungry again!”