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
