STATE SECRETARY FOR THE RUSSIAN PROTECTOR IN THINGS AND IN MORAVA, PRAGUE, inv. 2084, sig. 109-7/91

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English Translation

"I was supposed to wake you, Comrade..." Where was he? Yes, he is right — in the sniper camp — and now he had to... Immediately he regained his self-control. He yawns, rattles up lazyly and prepares to march. He gives another kick to the snoring Papanov to pick him up, but he doesn't move. The forest is still in dark at night, when the SD.-man goes down the valley. He breathes deeply, because the air of the new day is good for him. Soon it must become bright. As he has climbed the opposite hill, the morning sun shines and the birds sing. He looks back. Far from him a thin smoke flag rises steeply out of the forest. Papanov cooks his last millet. In the evening of this day two crew cars roar through the valley. A full preparedness of the 4-security service and the security police is loaded on it. At the fork they sit down, and now they whirl each other step by step to the camp. Two hours pass until it is completely surrounded. Then the flares rise up. The emaciated and starved snipers do not resist, and by chance the "Chief" wanted to raise his hands just in front of that SD. man who had entered the camp so courageously. He did not recognize him because he was wearing the y-Uniform this time. — By the deed of a manc, the SD.'s readiness of K. could again be some agents and victims of the notorious NK WD. It was the four last notable sniper camps in the back of a large section in the south of the eastern front.