One brother, a tall, handsome man who lived in the same barrack as I did, said to me: “Before I came here, I couldn’t stand seeing blood without fainting on the spot.
Üks vend, pikk ja kena mees, kellega elasin ühes barakis, ütles mulle: ” Enne siiatulekut ei kannatanud ma üldse verd, alati ma minestasin seda nähes.