Ing. Bohuslav Novotný was born on August 5, 1931 in the small village Mouřínov near Bučovice, today the district of Vyškov ( formerly Bučovice ), as the oldest of three children ( sister is one year younger, brother was five years younger). He spent his youth in the village of Dambořice ( almost 2000 inhabitants ), where his father taught ...
The editor asked me, "Didn't you ever want to take your feet on your shoulders and run away when you saw your friends dying next to you?" ... I was very surprised by the question. I looked at her and replied, "It could never have happened ..." Our friends died for the ideals we fought for. Among our pilots, ... those were my best memories and the best part of my life. We fought, we died, but we were best friends, one or the other we were ready to die for my friend ... "
I was lucky to meet some very interesting people. Their destinies had one thing in common. During the war, they went to the foreign army to fight the fascists. Together with them, I kind of put together their life stories. Now I would like to publish the first of them, the story of the former navigator of the famous 311th Squadron, now Col. Jarek Novák.
They didn't let us into town. In the dormitories we enjoyed bedbugs, lice and mosquitoes at night again. The legionnaires didn't seem to mind, but we were really annoyed. The next day we were commanded at the station and by train to Agde, a small town where Czechoslovakia. army in exile warehouse. They asked us a lot of things and put on uniforms - I got an old two-tone uniform worn by soldiers of the French army in World War I.
We arrived in Liverpool on July 13, 1940 and disembarked on the fourteenth. On the way to the station we had to walk through the city. There was probably a sad look on us, in torn uniforms, unarmed, dirty from head to toe. It was not possible to wash a little on the ship, but the inhabitants changed as if he had whipped a wand.
We started diligently training to domesticate on our machine, get acquainted with the surrounding landscape and also to get used to bombing objects on the water from different heights, because our main task was to search for submarines and attacks on enemy ships ...
At this school we underwent intensive training, which lasted approximately four weeks. We were divided into groups, such as pilots, navigators and radio operators, each group trained separately. Only meteorology was common to all. The lectures started at 8 am and lasted with a lunch break until four in the afternoon ...
Although I was looking forward to seeing my parents, friends and homeland again, it was very difficult for me to say goodbye to England, which I fell so in love with, to leave a country where I had just, so to speak, become a man, with people who were so fantastically nice to me and with whom I was ready to fight and die together.
Fate full of somersaults and reversals has brought Maj. Jaromír Nechanský in June 1950 under the Pankrác gallows.
On the building of the General Staff of the Army of the Czech Republic in Prague-Dejvice, there is an inconspicuous plaque with the names of soldiers who were affected by the communist regime. And just about her, resp. for one name on it, a furious media struggle broke out some time ago: Some individuals demanded that Jaromír Nechanský be removed from this bronze plaque. Gen. P9ka is said to have to turn in his grave when he found himself in the company of this man so many years after the war. But there is nothing in life but black or white. People are not just brave or cowardly. Each being is mixed with a thousand ingredients, and it is often very difficult to tell whether the more positive or the less positive predominate. The same was true of Maj. Jaromír Nechanský. And that is why it is good to recall his life story in more detail.