Lieutenant (ret.) Oldřich Vita

“I was drafted to Hitler’s army on January 26th, 1944. In cattle trucks they brought us home and within three weeks they loaded us into cattle tracks again and we were on our way to France. And nobody dared to say he was a Czech. This is nonsense. Everybody was afraid during the Hitler’s era. I went through an infantry training. We were children, sixteen or seventeen. But no of us was allowed to do anything substantial. Hitler was very cautious in this respect. It was just plain drudgery, exercise with a rifle, with a machine gun. To put it simply, they were making cannon fodder of us. What I remember most from the German army was hunger. The food supply was terrible. And the drill. Hitting your body against the ground for Hitler’s sake. It was terrible, everything, And we cold not speak among ourselves, if they had overheard us, it would have been very bad for us. There was no way to say – I’m a Czech, you are a Polish. Once you are a German, so you will speak only German. And if not, they would draw consequences from it. And these were not trifle – being sent to the front. Not even for the Germans were any allowances made. They were strict even with their own people.”

“They did not want me in the army, saying that I was still underage. So I made such a fuss about it, I would have fought with them there. They claimed hat they could not draft me, that my parents might have then demanded a compensation for me. And I argued back: ´Now, when I am able to fight for my own country, you are telling me I can’t?´ So I was running back and forth, wanting to fight with them, I pounded my fist on the table, then the soldiers pushed me out of the room, telling me to wait till they have discussed it. So they talked it over, and then let me have me way. Eventually they told me they would draft me, but that it would be on my own responsibility, in case they would have to pay damages for me if I died in combat. I was drafted n March 6th, 1943 and within two weeks I was on the front. They wanted to train me for a radio operator, but I refused. I told them that the beep, beep, beep, is a sound hens in the backyard make, and that I would not do it. But that they got trucks, and I wanted to be in the trucks division. I passed my driving license in a week and immediately went to the front. I served in the supply unit as a truck driver, at Dunkerque I was transporting ammunition, food supplies, and other military material. Driving always as far forward as possible. So I was never in combat, not in Hitler’s army nor in the Czechoslovak army.”

“When the invasion began, the Germans were fleeing and we had to go with them. We picked up bicycles and we were expected to ride away on bikes, to Germany presumably. Somewhere near Orleans we were encircle by the French and made to surrender our weapons. And as we marched, we got among a group of armed Germans again. Such a mess it was. The French simply were not much into fighting. The only thing they knew was just wine and ´Aleman finish - German end.´ We were lucky that those armed Germans did not punish us. We were still such kids, so they let us be. But further away the other Germans were disarmed as well. From then on, we already marched as captives. We could not even laugh out loud. Among the POWs there were still many of Hitler’s fanatics, they would be ready to stab us even after we were all captured. In England, we had a special prisoners´ camp, but separated from the Germans only by a fence. And the Germans would threaten us: ´Wait for the night, we will show you. You got German uniforms, so you are Germans, and now you are deserting us.”

We could not even object that we did not want to join the German Reich. There was no law and order. Whenever there was something they did not like, a transport to a concentration camp followed. Not going to school was also perceived as an undesirable form of protest.”