STÁTNÍ TAJEMNÍK U ŘÍŠSKÉHO PROTEKTORA V ČECHÁCH A NA MORAVĚ, PRAHA, inv. 373, sig. 109-4/118 Page 23 · 23 of 114
STATE SECRETARY FOR THE RUSSIAN PROTECTOR IN THINGS AND IN MORAVA, PRAGUE, inv. 373, sig. 109-4/118
English Translation
Epimtuge SV au dew Herbsteiusaty 1939 Comrades report cheerful experiences from these days. Mission......, Attention, I report.! I still remember very well the following event. When one of the guards received the order to control the guard at night and to make a written report in the morning, one of his guards' camouflage was somewhat torn away in the report without, in my opinion, giving rise to it.Shortly and well, there was a little excitement and the conclusion was that the overzealous guard leader, to get a clue about the guard, was assigned to the guard for the next night for two hours. For our dark plans the night was perfect.Finster, cold, hardly two steps in front of the nose could be seen. It was about two o'clock in the morning, when we went out in train suits, only with sneakers at the feet, to frighten the good man quite a bit.Two of us immediately climbed the roof of the object to be guarded with a ladder, very easily accessible, without being seen by the sharp-seeing guard. One of us, it was Rudi, who was in charge of reporting the day, rushed to the post and tried to draw attention to him by means of noises.The roof threw small stones at the post.We could hardly hold back the lactate when we saw the post, I want to call it August, running from one end of the house to the other, through the throwing of stones and hitting a board wall visibly troubled.Soon afterwards we could observe Rudi sneaking around the little wooden stall, from which the noise seemed to come, knocking Bret, and immediately disappeared Post August turned around like a poisoned monkey, screaming: "Stop, or I shoot!"....... Nothing! After a while the same spectacle.Now we heard the safety wing of the gun catch,August curse, it was time to finish the game, so that not one of us got something hard.We admitted to us, a big laughter started.And August laughed, certainly healed from his sharp criticism, with. Si Halt!