Memoirs from a hungarian army enlistment
A first lieutnant sitting behind a table with gloomy face,wearing a bright summer uniform.Near the table some some men loitering some in uniform,some in civilian clothes.
- First Fightning Corps! - crowed the officer and wrote on a slip of paper the assigment of someone
- Where I go? - asking a scared men in a greatcoat
- Go to the Grammar School there is the site of the First Fightning Corps,and there you will dress in uniform.
Here is your status,wear with fit.
Then in the battle you prove also you love your country!
You haven’t got any rating? - No, - answer the scared civilian. - I never was in the army.
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Now you’re in the army! - answer the officer
The walls are shaking under the strong detonations. - What hapenned you get frightened?That isn’t a hit,that was a blastoff if you don’t know.
This is our Bofors gun from the next street,the enemy is scared if that start to tune up.
You have time to fall into this music pending our supreme victory!