Since the experience of the bombing in our street during the war, I have often tried to stay close to God and sought refuge in Him as one says in a mass antiphon. I worked in construction. The Germans were pulling young engineers from various departments into production. There it was about life ... if a part was hit a little too hard with a hammer, one had sabotage on their neck. I did that for a quarter of a year and came to the conclusion that if the English didn’t come and destroy Škoda, it would be the end for me. Spies were monitoring production and reporting. Every day the Gestapo would come and take someone away. I only had the day shift, but production continued at night. One morning I had such an inner urging: "Today go for the afternoon shift!" So I went – and at ten o'clock in the morning the English flattened the artillery into a pile of bricks...
(P. Benedikt Holota OFM /* 1922/, Unplanned Ten Talks)
