Some of the Boys Cried
In the fifties there was a training of the border guards in the castle in Velhartice. The recruits went through several-month-lasting preparations for the duty in the border zone and a band gap. Josef Nedvěd was one of the thirty recruits who were placed to the cavalry of the border guard. The training was relatively difficult. “We were getting up at six o´clock and had warm-ups. Then we went to the riding-school. They had Czech saddles that reminded big hard basins. So we were hopping on the saddles till our bums were covered with scabs. Then we went to the dormitories, folded our clothes and went to bed. As soon as we fell asleep they woke us up in thirty minutes and we went for walking training. They did it on purpose. And in the evening we had border training – ensuring the agents. And sometimes a night alarm at night. We also had medical check-ups. ‛Who cannot ride the horse?’ - ‛Me! Me!’ the boys shouted. So they put their pants off, slathered the scabs and, could ride again. Sometime the scabs peeled off. Well, some of the boys even cried.” After the training at the cavalry, the soldiers had permanent scars.