"Kristi, Lenka, help me carry the wounded man to the back of that truck over there; it's working. Galya, run to the others and tell them to go to that village over there. The rest of you, gather up all the weapons you can find and throw them in the back."
Galya, clutching a carbine too long for her height, ran toward the forest. The weapon dangled comically across her back, the butt hitting her legs. I thought with a smile that I should definitely show the girl how to shorten the strap. Meanwhile, the wounded man was laid between the boxes. Kristina and four other girls remained in the back with him. Lenka Ivanova climbed into the cab, and I instructed her to keep an eye on the sky. I tried to control the truck. I had a license and driving experience, but only a Category B license—for pas
