one does not shoot at the wounded

Béres Iván

we set off for the barracks

Bocskay T. József

I was given a gun

Bük János

we lay by the railway

Dibáczi Lajos

you won't be shot dead

Dilinkó Gábor

they came for me, interrupting the wedding

Dobrosi Lajos

the whole jail will run away

Fónay Jenő

the bastard is about to shoot

Gazdagh Sándor

smashed my face in with a nightstick

Hrozova Erzsébet

the one who hurt me is still in my mind's eye

Lucza Béla

take no advice or help from a communist soldier

Márton András

Hey, little girl, what are you doing here?

Márton Erzsébet

end up under the gallows

Obersovszky Gyula

Am I a hero or a murderer?

Peredi László

I automatically started shooting because they were firing at me

Puchert János

Actually, saving lives is very hard physical labour

Sebestyén Mariann