Memoirs of a medical flag lieutnant
“Before the breakout I classed to the german military hospital.At the south side a dark gaping hole was the entrance to the underground levels of the Castle.Thin and tired looking german doctor coming with two military medical assistant.Now his primary objective,deliver of the corpses,no other treatment.We divided to three group,and get the charge analyze the injureds how many attendace is necessery on each level.
I’m going down to the deep second floor.
We’re moving forward slowly,just a few candle twinkle.The air is dense and smothery: blood,rotting,excrement,urine,exudation,cigarette smoke and gunpowder mixed to a consistent reek.
The reek is infest to the corridors and awful.
The flashlights is cut images from the gloom: on the corridor both side the injureds laying on the wood pallets and the floor,mostly in uniform with belts maybe the holsters isn’t empty and may we found some handgrenades in the pockets too.
Groanings,sighs,inarticulate german plaints,praying and cursing.The poems of Dante is so sterile from this hell.”
“Now we enter the last third floor down: there is the class of the head shooted wounds,blinds and the lames.
On the floor two or three person laying,their facelines is calm,mute and moveless.
We found some hungarian soldier also.A few painkiller is for a few men,to say goodbye.”