Lucza Béla

One of the officers barely punched me, but the other one, well, he really did a job on me. There were a couple of privates there and they knew what was coming. They were just hanging around, turned their heads and wanted to leave. The officer who hurt me is still in my mind's eye. If you lined up one thousand persons in front of me, I could still pick him out like a trained hound. Since he was the last person I saw. He pressed his hand on my chest and pushed me.