Both of us were in uniform. The top was down. There was no armed escort. We were in enemy territory. To me it felt like visiting an Indian Thuggee village wearing a red coat and whistling “The British Grenadiers.” And noting with some amusement my obvious discomfort, Klein explained that the general scorned any escort. In order to keep back the enemy until the brigade had passed through, the prince placed on the road, on this side the village, two cannon, and near to them a The two cannon and their escort defended themselves courageously, and, to the last man, continued to employ their cartridges and arms; but only one lost his. From the Dejvice area, follow Evropská třída out of Prague past the airport, then continue west on D7 until you see the well-marked memorial, with a parking lot, beside It's incredibly moving to walk around the empty area, constantly reminding yourself that within living memory, this was a thriving village before the Nazis.