Jaroslav Müller

" They were wooden barracks with wooden beds. When there are no metal beds, it is always unfortunate. Bedbugs easily get into the cracks between poorly assembled boards. It once happened to me that I stood in the line for breakfast and woke up only when the boys carried me by the legs and arms down the hall back to bed because I passed out. It was later discovered that it was because the bugs bit me at night so that my skin stopped breathing. I got about two pounds of DDT and spread it on the bed and on the surrounding walls so that it would not happen the next night. I could even stay home from work that day because I wasn't very qualified for any activity. Then I went to the bathroom regularly and I tried to wash away the unpleasant feeling from the bedbugs with a cold shower. "

"I once deserted from Banská Bystrica via Bratislava to Prague. The boys from the next combat unit gave me a pass for the holidays. It was this document for soldiers who left their unit in uniform. So I managed to desert with a list in my hand. I must also say that there was a discount on it, for the train. I went through Bratislava because we had headquarters there. In the Theresian barracks on the banks of the Danube, I talked to the staff captain. He told me to contact Major Hajnovič, who was in town. He advised me in what restaurant he would have lunch and said that I should make an appointment with him. I wanted to legalize my desertion somehow, so I went there. However, Mr Major immediately called an escort to me and had me locked up. They took my belt, tie, shoelaces and I went to jail. I was in the cell for the next few days and Easter was approaching. Suddenly, the staff captain and barracks commander appeared in the prison corridor. According to the pronunciation, something between a Slovak and a Ruthenian. He came to me and asked, 'So what are we going to do with you?' I replied, 'Captain, I think you could let me go home.' He said, 'So you know what? I'll write you the pass. ' From jail I went straight to Prague."

“We had enough ammunition and weapons because the Benešov region was a Nazi military area during the war. When the Germans left, they dropped their weapons and thanks to that we were able to have fireworks every night. We found some rocket pistols, which we fired happily. Finding a nine-millimetre army pistol was no problem at all. One friend even tried it. He sat on an underfur, pulled out the tray and squeezed the trigger. However, one bullet he forgot about remained in the barrel, and he shot the toe on his foot. "