It all went with amazing speed.

For how many days we practiced on Ujtér so that we could at least march in a normal procession, be able to change faces, and not get confused at bends, understand the command word, and be able to salute with a weapon. It all went with amazing speed. It seemed to the intelligentsia, and great enthusiasm; only these two factors qualified for such miraculous progress. We were already armed and the hour of departure had struck. Everyone admitted to being a nice team. Divided into sections, we marched to the Danube bank, before the redout, Földváry conducted a face, and the representatives sitting there came to see it. As soon as the members of the government showed upstairs, we saluted with a gun, and then congratulations. -59-accompanied by a crowd of curious people, we went to the railway house, from where a separate train transported us to Szolnok.

In Szolnok, several non-commissioned infantry in the regiment practiced our team in five days, knowing how much the newcomers would normally learn in one year.

We sailed to Szeged on a steamer and suitable tugboats. Our first wounded was on this ship; on a dark night we gathered for wailing, he remembered as if the sound were coming from the depths of the Tisza. We soon found out, a door through which the porticoes to be transported were used to be lowered into the shipyard was open, and someone fell through it. Several people went downstairs and brought up a half-hearted public. Lajos Arányi, the doctor of the team, immediately examined him and treated him, his three ribs were broken. He was from my century, he still lives today. Schönberger B. palatine-street tailor.

In Szeged they were received enthusiastically and hospitably; as we were set up in the town hall, a great multitude surrounded us. A gracious priest stands out from the multitude at once; tall, lean, sickly looking, heading towards me, embracing with eyes glowing with pleasures; I was captivated by the feeling of gratitude and happiness, I met József Tóth , my formerly highly respected and loved former science teacher. God bless you, good man, good patriot like most members of this waist order.

The people of Szeged received it with a true Hungarian heart and ancient hospitality; there were few of us to give every farmer a knight, so they were picked up. We spent a night in Szeged, but the whole battalion did not sleep as much as some tired hunter could sleep in the shade of the tree. Feast, dance, music-60-flowed everywhere. In the morning, as we boarded the boat, a little bush was adorned next to each lad. Under the influence of the Szeged vigil, we traveled downhill, and our fighting songs filled the plains far into the countryside.

Arriving in Ó-Becsére, Hussar Colonels Fakh and Ernő Kiss held an inspection of the team. Then, gathering the officers around them, they warned with military brevity about the kind of pregnant service that awaited them here, and at the same time expressed the hope that a sense of duty in these difficult times would stimulate everyone to take their place masculine and patriotic. Lajos Földváry introduced the officers by name. Then, the way they boarded. I came to the house of a grate priest; it consisted of four empty walls, I could not even find a single rosy chair in it. The pope took everything to St. Thomas, and he himself marched there.

Oh-Becse was nothing but some military great barracks; the population of Rácz, leaving their empty houses here, all marched into the Roman ramparts, and the empty houses were all loaded with army. Here were the Ferdinand hussar regiment, the Hanoverian hussars, Lenkey with the Würtenberg hussar class, the Lo-Prest hussar arbitrators; and a battalion of the 2nd Regiment, the 3rd Battalion, the Red Ribbon Arbitrators of Debrecen, who became so famous; our battalion; the national guards of Pest County, Makó and other regions. Alternately, half camped, part of the other half formed the garrison, and the greater part of the threatened and dangerous points, such as the Jovicsszállás, from where the raids were repeatedly attacked – he was commanded to guard.

Out-of-service time relative to conditions -61-I spent quite pleasantly. There were many educated and waist boys in my century; Lieutenant: Hild, Lieutenant: Kálmán Kölcsey, Sergeant: Teacher Gelinczey. Then there are such public war medals: Görgey Pista, whom we soon lost because his brother Arthur took him as an aide; older, then younger Count Gedeon Ráday, Bandi Csernyus, Dulovics, Adolf Laky, Emil Müller, Lajos Bogisits, who claims – although I do not remember him – that I was locked up once for some misconduct; now president of the Pestvidék tribunal, although I have to be careful not to repay him after 34 years.

Well today there are seven staff members, royal plaintiffs, retired secretaries of state, notaries, reputable clerks, nationwide. representative, distinguished lawyer, influential merchant and famous craftsman who served in our battalion.

It was a military training workshop; we learned military discipline, camping, military service, not in theory but in reality; we got to know the noises of the cannonballs, the whistles of the rifle bullets. We fought battles, suffered losses, but saw no enemies. They were shot at us from sea, ditches, houses of high altitude; sometimes a whole line of cars marched up, they stopped abruptly, and from behind the cars the most lost fire was set against us, and as we approached them with a rush, they bounced on the carriage, leaving a large cloud of dust behind them, cutting it off. In the darkness of night, as if they had just emerged from the earth, they attacked our guards; the Jovitsszállás was most exposed to such attacks, so there were always double guards, who were constantly involved in smaller battles. There, an officer was wounded several times. If then-62- that cultured enemy among us could have surrounded someone alive or dead, we found his corpse terribly mutilated somewhere in the fields.

It was a terrible “weird war,” but it was a good workshop because everyone learned to be an alert, fast, and determined soldier.

Damianicsalso raised his 3rd Battalion for the world here. And how did you bring it up !? with relentless rigor, even towards officers; whoever did not turn into his frame did not meet his needs, he simply told him to say goodbye or transfer himself, because he would not prosper with him, and he would not fit in with him. He was chased away by the public, if he was not right, pushed out of line. Damianics was hated then. When he then created this immortal battalion, with which he performed such miracles as Bicske, when the enemy had to be driven out of the forest, but first, passing through a bridge that was in a crossfire, a battery had to be silenced. For this the distinguished 10th Battalion received the decree. He also pushed forward to the bridge, several fell, but standing here, the commander sent a report that the bridge was impregnable because it was in crossfire.

Damianics exclaimed: I will show that it can be taken; third battalion forward!

And the third battalion, with a gun in his arm, marched across the bridge, singing, not even watching him see the buddies falling to the right and left, front and back.

Or at Szolnok, when the third battalion occupied a cannonball with an assault, it was almost unheard of in our infantry. Damianics was already adored by this time.

After the victory in Szolnok, at the inspection Damianics each battalion, hussar class or squadron separately -63-he praised him when he reached the third battalion, fell silent, took off his cock, and thus rode along in front of the battalion.

There was no such promotion as to why someone would have been redeemed from this battalion.

But let’s go back to Old Becse.

I saluted Damianics. I knew him when I was a student in Arad. He worked there as a recruiting lieutenant, the regiment was in Venice. My brother George served with the same regiment as a battalion, and I always took his monthly contributions to Damianics for transmission. He was very kind to me even then, now, as he saw it, he said with a friendly but strong handshake:

“I’m glad to see you in this area.” Where is György late?

– He is with Mácán Péter Csernovics, he is waiting for his appointment.

– I hope for the military.

– Naturally.

“Good soldier, just a little fiery and silly.” In Verona, he gave his price, and if I can’t figure it out, at best he’s still in some captivity.

– And how?

– The younger brother of Baron Rukovina, the colonel-owner, was a lieutenant and an appalling Hungarian eater; in practice, they always scolded Hungarians in their brains. They were bitter against him.

One morning they set it up for practice, and Rukovina the commander starts again: he will teach the Hungarian outlaws, who are only for carriages, and then anyway.

Gyuri jumps out of line, draws with a sword card -64-Lieutenant General. Surprised by Rukovina, Gyuri starts running after him and swords through the streets of Verona.

He was arrested, sent to prison and brought before a military tribunal.

I saw the kid is lost. I went to the prison and secretly shouted at him, “You know nothing, you don’t remember anything. Italian young people had breakfast with you, you drank with them and you found yourself in captivity. Stay with this. ”

By then, I already knew I was in the military tribunal.

The judges gathered in great earnest, no one classified the sin as great as I did. I was quite in agreement with the warlord, and I saw no mitigating circumstance.

Gyuri is escorted between weapons. The warlord asks him questions, and to the great amazement of all of them, he knows nothing about anything.

I wanted to hug her, she played her part so well.

“It’s Unsin,” says the warlord, what he claims.

– Unsin, the others echoed.

“It’s very thoughtful, and the more I reflect on it,” I said, the more likely it is, and even certain.

– What?

– That it was a madness attack.

“It doesn’t come so suddenly, I’ve never had a problem before, not now, so only then…

– Yes, only then. We all know and have experienced that Italians hate us, and even with a dagger or other means of killing we live our lives.-65-they break against. Well, isn’t there an order that some soldiers are forbidden to walk the streets because their lives are in danger. I am sure that the Italian young men who fed the prisoner mixed poison into his drink. The dose was not enough to kill him, but he was strong anyway, so the drug worked on his brain for a while.

The judges looked at each other, nodding their heads as if to say, it’s a possible biz.

The military judge sought the opinion of the colonel.

This, on hearing, did not rule out the possibility that a poisoning attempt might have taken place.

Gyuri was acquitted, and only for violating the prohibition order, and for allowing him to be summoned by unknown young men, he was sentenced twice to forty-eight hours in prison.

He came to thank me and I asked him:

“Then did you beat that German at least honestly?”

Yet he hurt himself; it was proposed for promotion twice by the colonel, but was never confirmed by the owner. Well, you can make up for it now.

After that, I was with Damianics a lot, and with Lajos Földváry, with whom he lived in close friendship.

In my century there were two butcher-lads, both healthy, handsome boys; we did it to cook. Seeds sorted and brought home the meat, so it was all for the good. We ate together, the officers of the century, Jancsi Kráy, Captain Ferdinand-hussar, gr. Ráday Pál Ferdinand-Hussar Lieutenant, gr. Gida Ráday, and the sun’s lieutenant. Our fiberboy hire soon spread, and then it didn’t go away days without guests. Most visited-66- Lenkey and Baron István Orczy, even Damianics, came in the company of Lajos Földváry.

“I hear Count Kolowráth, Colonel Ferdinand-Hussar, say that there are such good kitchens.”

– If I had dared to call Colonel…

“I’ll invite myself tomorrow, laughing at my cut, Edelspacher sent an excellent Hungarian from Arad, so I’ll have wine on the table.”

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