Buszczan, associate of the firearm Union before the war. As a young 19-year-old boy in July 1939, he was admitted to the Regimental Pilot School at the 2nd Air Regiment in Kraków. On September 15th, he was to appear in the regiment. Unfortunately, the outbreak of war has crossed his plans. After the business of Poland by the Germans, in September 1939, he was declared a hidden soldier, put under a tree in the yard of his parents, to be shot. There was a terrible silence around, repeatedly interrupted by his wheezing. Only the cry of the German thugs ripped him out of his mind, interrupting the puzzling thoughts of life and death, of... pain, which is frequently an inherent companion in specified a situation. He stood... cuddled in a immense tree of Italian walnut no longer having the strength to hold his hands over his head, incapable to wipe the tears flowing from his eyes with his hand.
After more than half an hr of standing up with his hands up, at gunpoint, he was released at his mother's pleading request.
In December 1939 he was admitted to the Polish triumph Service, sworn in by Józef Dudzikowski. He and his brother Henry did the first task: collecting and storing abandoned and hidden weapons by withdrawing Polish troops from the invader in the September campaign.
In spring 1942, young Stefan was positively upset. The awakening nature to life, the rays of the sun in the blue sky, the light breeze of the caressing body, the singing birds aroused enthusiasm. Stefan was in love with the beautiful Eve. Spring grew love and made him feel full of life. Through this time of year, he looked at the planet with optimism and gave his loved 1 even more affection than always before.
Until 1 spring day he was taken from the street by the gendarmerie and forced into Baudient. Stefan's planet collapsed.
They went out to work in the construction of roads and digging ditches regardless of the weather under strong gendarmes escort. They were told that in the event of an escape there would be open fire without warning. The food was hungry: black coffee, black bread, and for dinner the soup from the tabloids.
At the insistent requests of his parent and influential friends released from Baudienstu in November he married Eve Herr. Eve has been sworn in as a associate of the Home Army since February. She adopted the nickname "Zójka".
In 1943 Stefan Kuza “Kowadło” opened a tailor's workshop at 15 Stopnicka Street. The location of the workshop was conducive to put an AK contact box in his apartment, as he had to meet many clients in the tailor's profession without raising greater suspicions.
The Stopnicka Street is simply a commercial and service centre in Busko, where more people came along, like on another streets. In the ground-floor premises of the destroyed houses appeared signs: pharmacy, hairdresser, grocery store, bakery, shoemaker, rhymer, tailor. In the destroyed tenement house, where there was a carpentry plant, on 1 of the exposed floors any female hung laundry on the string. On the street you could see the wagons and carts of the two-wheelers with the possession, or alternatively what was left of it. A couple of people's ceremony conduction followed the coffin that was resting on the car. You could hear a thump of horse hooves. Against the wall of 1 of the houses, on the sidewalk, a parent sat, holding a sleeping daughter on her hands. Along with the fruit trade. An older female was selling flowers, individual else was selling bread. Among many passersby there were 2 boys, possibly 10 years old. 1 of them, Józiu, leaned on a wooden ball – he had a contraction of the right leg in his knee. In his free hand he carried a loaf of bread.
Stefan's direct superior in the AK was Lieutenant Kazimierz Kubicki "Lew", adjutant of the territory commander Major Wacław Ćmakowski "Srogi". His duties included receiving reports from all over the circuit and transmitting them to Kazimierz Kubicki. In the apartment, the underground press was sold, duplicated by Louis Kulaga “The Stone”. Newspapers were received by liaisons from the subdivisions of Busko, Stopnica, Nowy Korczyn, Chmielnik and Szydłów.
One summertime day, the following event took place. My eldest brother Jędrek Khrushinski “Chaber” was ordered to choice up shipments of conspiracy newspapers and respective grenades from Kuza and deliver everything to the sub-chamber in Stopnica. Jędrek, in accordance with his “molejsk nature” takes the hazard of a lone expedition. He takes his bike, 2 backpacks, and just before noon he reaches Szcworzyż, and here on the road in front of the church he comes across 2 police “granate”, busy talking to a priest sitting on a carriage. The suspicious taxi of the cyclist and his luggage and erstwhile “Chaber” wanted to slip past this obstacle as shortly as possible, the stray dog fell into his front wheel. Jędek fell to the ground, the front wheel staged, and the police are giggling. This made them happy perfectly, due to the fact that they did not prevent Jędek from making a makeshift repair of the wheel and did not halt him as he went on his way. From Szcowarz, he pushed his bike along a bumpy road to scope the Stopnica after 3 hours of exhausting effort. In the "inbox" there was large joy. A bike was repaired, which “Chaber” returned to Busk.
For conspiracy reasons, Stefan tried not to memorize names, but remembered Mary Pytkówna, who worked at the pharmacy in Stopnica and was a frequent guest in his workshop. She received in addition to newspapers stored in Kuza, radio cameras and batteries for radio receivers, which, after repairing in Szaniec, were received back and given to users.
There was a risky situation erstwhile the press and batteries were delivered from Stefan’s flat “An Anvil”. It was noon. In the street of Stepnicka, Marysia Plytkowna walked, possessed by various thoughts, as in her sleep she came to her by a trap of horse hooves, cartilage and a thump of wheels of furmen, rustles and breezes, ringing bells on the church bell tower and murmuring of human conversations. They were pulsating a mysterious rhythm. There was a discreet melody masterfully captured and formed by music singing the acoustic beauty of nature. Before she became completely silent, she was able to transform into a subject of the close heart of the music or into an echo of the band dancing. A light breeze blew. The city seemed nostalgia. But it's just appearances. On the sidewalk there was a tapping of their own heels. She emerged slow from the alley; she was a beautiful young woman, with circular shapes, walking with a cigaret in her hand. Under her armpit, she kept a folder with “various office papers”. She left the side street. After a while, she stopped by the old ground level house. He knocks on the door and, of habit, presses the door handle and enters the tailor’s workshop “Evils”, and there – there are 2 Germans waiting for the fitting. On the flight she understood the situation, asked if she could make a coat in a short time? After the deadline was set, she thanked and left. She came for the package after 2 hours.
Stefan Kuza “Kowadło” and his wife Ewa “Sójka” were soldiers of the diversion platoon, the commander of which was Lieutenant Zbigniew Karaś “Kroż”. There were firearms, grenades stored in their apartment... The supplier was Stefan Kubicki. The quantity of supplies may be evidenced by the fact that 1 Sunday he brought a full arms and ammunition cart to the sewing workshop of Kuza. Military equipment was frequently stored in a box on Nadol, in a barn with Stefan's parents.
In April 1943, the “Kowadło” and his wife “Sójka” moved their weapons from Kuza's parents from Nadola to their apartment. They took a shortcut. A way through the flowered meadows, right next to the flowering orchards. The spring was full – green trees, sunlight lit the roofs of houses on Nadol, and the charm was added by the emerald colour of the ponds. Spring appeared as a immense force to pour love, hope, enthusiasm, and optimism into the human heart.
Stefan's wife had 1 weapon and 2 grenades in her skirt behind her belt. "Evil" pistol and 3 grenades. On the way moving through the meadows, they stumbled upon an MP patrol. Stefan told his wife to get ahead of him, and himself, pretending that he had got something in his shoe, stopped to knock “something” out of his shoe. However, the Germans did not identify them. It worked this time!
In Stefan Kuza's apartment, Lieutenant Felix Rajca ‘Kafel’ was very frequently the head of Kedywu. He utilized to meet people from the area here.
During specified meetings, and especially during night hours, they had plenty of time to talk, addressing many topics, among which the most crucial was the substance of regaining freedom. And while everyone wanted to contribute to this goal through individual commitment, no 1 could imagine the political form of liberated Poland. As a junior officer, Lieutenant Feliks Rajca had unwavering religion in the apolitics of the army, and under circumstantial conditions, he treated the conspiracy activity as a continuation of his service, in accordance with a soldier's oath from which he was not released. The average generation of the branch came mostly from official, crafts and labour layers and expressed views from the origin of the political programs of the Polish Democratic organization and Labour Party. They argued against totalitarian and nationalist tendencies. In the substance of looking at man, they rejected both totalitarianism and utmost liberalism as leading to captivity and anarchy respectively. While young reserve subjects were raised in schools in the spirit of ideologie programming, they were besides young to make their own political beliefs, and in addition, the September disaster caused them to distrust anything that could have continued the past. Young people of pre-collective age from different backgrounds – burghers, laborers or intellectuals – have not yet experienced the taste of surviving independently, and in the conspiracy sought either romanticist adventures, or wanted to proceed the traditions of the 1830 and 1863 uprisings.
The members of the AK branch were so a conglomerate of different lifestyles, derived from different backgrounds, with all the baggage disadvantages and advantages of the different ones that come from conventional attitudes, customs and beliefs. The fascination of the individual of General Władysław Sikorski and the Polish army in the West, of which he was the Chief Leader, was a connecting “right of state”.
All the most crucial arks of the circuit were swept through the “Evils” dwelling during the occupation.
One of the tasks of “The Anvil” was to admit the future operations of the branch; to inform about the object of the assassination and to identify the area on which they would operate.
The patrol briefing was ordered in an emergency mode at Stefan Kuza's flat “Evil”. The action was to consist of the requisition of money from the Trade and Agricultural Cooperatives; at the drinking point, at Stopnicka Street and the mill in Busk. erstwhile they found out about the assignment, there was silence, focused faces. As commanding officer, Major “Srog” appointed Lieutenant Jan Korepta “Nik”. After discussing the general action plan, ‘Nik’ allocates detailed tasks to each patrol soldier. The soldiers of the squad participating in the action were: Jan Strzelecki, Antoni Szewczyk "Bee", Stefan Kuza "Kowadło" Witold Stępień "Dzik" and Wacław Kowalczyk "Black".
After more than 10 days of acute emergency and futile waiting, they accepted the command to carry out the “Requisition” action with unspeakable relief. The action must be performed between 22.00 on 3 October and 3 October.
The evening was warm. Aromatic air. The night left the Widuchowski Forest in the east. She stood on the ground, grim, huge... With both arms with effort she brought down the black curtain, heavy, cold.
– Well, boys! – encouraged the “Nik” squad to decision faster and went further in the darkness of the night.
The eyes get utilized to the dark and the terrain is becoming more and more distinctive. They're in town, they've gone through the fair. After crossing a narrow alley, they turned east. They are being eaten moving across from the dogs, but they are about to jump back to the sides and stay silent.
– I wanted to sing a song very much – Kuza remembers – but I stopped this desire. The breasts spread pride and desire to act. I was kind of drunk.
We're yet here. We're going slow through the large backyard. Invisible in the dark, tree branches beat on the face. So they cover their head with their hands and bend low.
The 4 “Nik” guerrillas appoint for protection outside the building. He's only going with Antosi Shevczyk. “Bee”, this opens the door and without glowing the flashlight enters the office rooms. "Nik" is closing the door behind it. They're in a tiny cashier room.
"Bee" cleverly opens up armored money. "Nik" has a large leather bag hanging over his shoulder. It sits on the chair, illuminates the interior of the closet with a flashlight. "Bee" takes money out of the registry and puts it in the bag. They go out in the yard. safety commander reports everything's fine.
They're moving into the dark. They go step by step, they look around. They hear any murmurs from the side. Then they separate the steps of people walking. "Nik" looks carefully in that direction. Puts his hand in his pocket, holds his hand warmed from the body of a revolver's flask. And the steps are getting closer and closer. individual coughed up. They seem to be with them now.
Suddenly the sound of military shoes stops and they hear a clear voice, speaking German:
– Is there no 1 here?
After a fewer seconds, a second snoring voice speaks:
– I think it's something in your head.
After a while, the steps spread again. They sneak around the street long, hard – they start to drift away. After a fewer minutes, they are completely silent. The “Nika” patrol goes on in the darkness of the night, execute another task.
Easter Day in 1944 was April 9. At this unique time, spiritual rites, tradition, and the planet of nature combine into one; the faithful are spiritually preparing for Jesus ’ resurrection rites.
On Good Friday, 1 of the most crucial symbols of large Night – eggs – was dyed at the home of Eve and Stefan Kuzów. The next day, everyone, the full household went to church. Easter breakfast was a minute of reflection, meetings with household and loved ones, beginning with wish-making, sharing an egg, due to the fact that eggs were the first food eaten that day. At this hard time, 1 was glad at least that nature is reborn and flourishing – a symbol of the coming of a better tomorrow. Searching for the sense of fighting the Nazi occupier. Hope that was always needed.
The broken clock hasn't walked in a fewer months, but it was definitely late at night – Easter Sunday. The kids were asleep. Mrs. Ewa Kuza “Sójka” fell asleep at the table reading the book. On the bed was inactive a dressed husband, Stefan “The Anvil” and snored. abruptly Eve put the book down. She thought she heard any sound outside. She unveiled a small curtain and looked out the window:
– individual revolves around the home – she said with a muted voice.
Stefan raised his head and listened.
After a minute of Eve's ears, there's been another crack outside the window.
– individual is walking by the wall – she said more clearly – you hear?
Stefan didn't hear anything. He got out of bed. He took the kerosene lamp off the fur coat, turned on the fire, lit a cigaret and tried to hang it again erstwhile abruptly individual mildly knocked on the window from the street.
Eve broke off the table and jumped into the oven.
– See? – she said scared.
Stefan put the lamp on the table, turned the flame more, and turned again to the window from the street listening, but again there was silence.
In time, however, the same window was knocked again. Stefan and Eve looked down on each other.
There was excitement in the apartment.
– Who there?! – Stefan called harshly.
The individual moved and calmly said:
– Stefan open – it was Michael “Kaczmarek” who spoke in a quiet voice.
Stefan opened the door and invited him inside. It turned out that it was Michael Lasak, along with his patrol, who came to collect the weapon, which was stored by Stefan and Eve Kuz. Armed with weapons, the squad then left the flat for a rescue action in Busk.
The Lasaka squad included: Piotr Pałys “Kruk”, Hieronim Statowski “Rybiarz”, Adam Kozioł “Tarzan”, Jerzy Trybullski “Figaro”, Jan Grochowski “Śmietana” and Mieczysław Galat.
The action was to be carried out with the participation of Viktor Kieron, a “granate” police officer, who was to open the door of the on-call room, in order to service the Christmas meal.
Each of the guerrillas had a task. Lasak was expected to service the food basket, and Palys equipped with a crowbar after being overpowered by police officers was expected to break down the door with the others. The action burned down, as Viktor Kieronia was not on work that day, and a ‘granate’ police officer, having figured out the intent of the ‘visit’, threatened to summon the German MP.
In the spring of 1944, Chief of Busko Circuit Major Wacław Ćmakowski ordered the liquidation of Deputy Sipo, Oberscharfürer Max Peters, the head of Sondergericht, who personally tortured and shot the arrested Poles.
The task of observing Peters was entrusted to the Jopovich brothers: Theodor “Znicz” and Zdzisław “Stal”. They were joined by Marian Warzkowski “Waterman”, Tadeusz Krzysztofik “Kra” and Stefan Kuza “Kowadło”. The liquidation group had been awaiting a signal since the first days of June.
In the back of the tailor's workshop Stefan Kuza at 15 Stopnicka Street, the liquidation group under Michał Lasak “Kaczmarka” was in full readiness to execute the task all morning. It was composed of: Piotr Pałys “Kruk”, Hieronim Statowski “Rybiarz”, Jan Grochowski “Śmietana”. The guerrillas went to Łagiewnik for accommodation, or Nadole to Stefan's parents.
It wasn't until July 11th that the execution took place. A good shot by Piotr Pałys at the German's head and an immediate amendment by Jan Grochowski put the Gestapo dead.
(See chapter: Hans Peters' assassination.) On that day the city froze completely, there was no sign of a proverbial surviving soul. In the evening, men left their household houses gathering in close villages. The Germans arrested only a fewer people and released them to their homes after identification.
The head of the Gestapo Fischer did not decide to repress, possibly fearing Peters' fate.
The opposition of Polish society during the German business was expressed not only in the current conflict and preparations for the armed uprising in the ranks of the Home Army. He besides took a more widespread form of civilian struggle, for which – as for any opposition to the occupier – the highest penalties were threatened, applied with absolute consequence from the first weeks of the occupation. Stefan and Ewa Kuzów, despite the threat of their death, children and relatives, took the hazard of fighting within the Home Army. They were a function model for others.
Chapter XXXI
Battle of the Scalbmeter
At the end of July 1944, troops of the Home Army took over temporarily the Pinczów-Kismir Wielka-Ciechów district, creating the alleged Partisan Republic (Pińczowska Republic).
Freedom! During these days of freedom, people of Skalbmierz share their impressions. They're sitting in a diner and a pastry store wherever they want. No curfew. There's no ban on closing doors and extinguishing lights. There's no sound outside the windows of the police building, rushing across the street with a poignant sirens out. Black thugs with dead skulls and tibias on helmets and collars will not enter unexpectedly with the cry: “Hände hoch!” People will not abruptly be surrounded by green or steel coats and helmets, they will not look into the wide-opened barrels of guns. It won't scare the fresh evidence with names of convicts, shot, hanged, or taken hostage.
This is simply a foretaste of freedom. slow the sound and whisper of the people's streets, alleys and squares of the city were silent. The silent speakers and the sounds of the instruments were dimmed in the windows of the cottages and houses.
Quiet summertime evening. Sometimes it will pass through the narrow and sleepy streets of the guerrilla patrol, passing through the linker, losing the sounds of its steps.
You can hear old-fashioned clocks beating through the open windows. Their metallic sounds flow on a dark night. The echo of these sounds is full of deep seriousness or large joy, sadness, or longing, uncertainty and expectation.
Walls covered with passwords and posters. The young partisans in their raised hands wield the white – red flag and rifle. The inscription reads: “To arms in the ranks of the AK”.
The Church at the call of St. John the Baptist opened to dilation, as on the large days of the feast. It's empty and deaf. The arches of the naves in vain effort to scatter the darkness. The image in the main altar shows Annunciation. There are 8 Baroque and Rococo side altars in the church. Rainbow beam with bilateral cross, on the sides of the figure of Our woman of Pain and Saint John. Stella on both sides of the chancel depict scenes from the life of Saint John the Baptist.
A young boy – a guerrilla – Stach “Kmicic”, with an acquired MP 40 schmeisser suspended by his chest, enters the temple door with the same feeling of fear as erstwhile his parent brought him here by the hand. He walked quietly and insecurely as if he was afraid not to awaken the past.
The candle flames swayed lightly and lay long shadows on the walls, on dense silver candlesticks and vots in the main altar.
He knelt and stared at the image of the Admonition of the Blessed Virgin Mary braided with halo. He thanked for mercy, for grace, for salvation. He prayed zealously for the souls of his fallen comrades in arms and friends. "As you live in front of me, I hear your voices, I see your eyes. Your shadow does not depart from me.”
He left the temple. He was surrounded by a unusual silence of summertime evening. No voice disturbed her, not even the wind. advanced in the blue sky, dark clouds flowed, obscured the stars for a moment. A meteor was falling from the sky leaving a light streak. The dark clouds were now flowing slow along the way of the stars.
He was reasoning about defending the city. He believed he would defend himself. After all, it has wonderful traditions of the January Uprising, carefully nurtured and passed from generation to generation.
More and more began to talk about the German army hitting the city. More and more people were talking about fighting, about death and destruction, and faces were becoming more and more confused. Even the young got weirdly serious.
The Scalbmeter was preparing for defense. The barricade chain closed the exits of the streets; new, full of strength, brazenness and romanticism grew; the walls of the houses were bound together, turning the city into a strong fortress, in which no tank caterpillars would appear...
Meanwhile, accidents were fast. On the morning of August 5, 1944, a 7 - 100 - year - old Skalbmierz was resting peacefully over a tiny river Nidzica. Closely centered around the historical Gothic church of the 15th century, the houses adorned white – red banners, a symbol of the late regained freedom.
The Germans proceeded to liquidate it, sending to the Skalbmierz Republic, which had about 900 soldiers and police officers, a criminal expedition.
At 5.30 a.m. from Miechów side, a German car column with 35 trucks plus 7 motorcycles hit Skalbmierz. After occupying the city, behind a column of cars, an enemy's horse fleet of about 80 wagons and about 200 soldiers on wagons came.
The Germans, whose number reached a thousand, acting by surprise, were going to shift part of the army to the east edge of the city, occupy the railway station and the tracks moving at this point after the embankment, strike simultaneously from the west and north sides, lock in ticks located in the city of guerrillas, and then deal with the local population, which was prepared for death, and the city – destruction.
The city's defence was undertaken by a 22-member division of the National Army diversion-partisan under Lieutenant Francis Pudo, nicknamed “The Falcon”. They went to the market. This is where they came across 3 Nazi cars. The command has fallen—fire! The Partisans have launched an attack. In a fewer minutes, the German crew of 1 of the wagons lay down to their feet, others in a panic threw themselves away.
Soon, however, the Germans realized that there were only a fistful of guerrillas and began a controversy. The fire grew from minute to minute, the Nazis did not regret ammunition. On the guerrilla side, the first killed and wounded were killed.
Among others, the 17-year-old boy from Warsaw, the cousin of “Sokola” – Zygmunt Zagrodki, died. The boy jumped out with a “sten” in his hand from behind the coals of the house, and here he was pierced by a series of device guns, collapsed and fell. The blood flowed profusely, passed out, talked about his mother. The paramedics came, but they couldn't help... Sigismund was dead. In the evening, erstwhile the first stars appeared in the faded sky, the body was brought into the church. The coffin on the catafalcus shone in candlelight. After the Holy Mass, the body was moved to the parish cemetery. The freshly dug earth shone in the candlelight. A group of guerrillas and civilians surrounded the coffin. Together with the priest, they refused prayers that preceded the burial of the deceased. individual said a fewer words to say goodbye, put the coffin into the ground, infused “Poland has not died yet” and buried the grave.
The cemetery was empty and silver from the moonlight, swept out of the dust with warm winds, like a biblical desert. The thorny acacias, grown out of the emptiness of yellow sand, poured bright leaves on it. It seemed that these trees with pathos produced a windstorm, rocking their crowns, so that in unnatural inflections they would show the refinement of the leaves with a silvery underbelly.
Fellas, the grave was surrounded by garlands last night. They sang guerrilla songs in an undertone! – They sang quietly, echoed far besides much even those suppressed voices. The lyrics of the song, pathetic and sublime – present they lost their lustre and clarity, covered themselves with the patine of the past, became distant, like that war – but for them they were of large importance.
At the conclusion of Vladek Wojtasik from the underground paper “Retaliation” announced the song “Elegia about the Polish boy”. A poem in which Krzysztof Kamil Baczyński shows the drama of the full Columbus Generation.
Here is the heroine – the parent talks to her son. She speaks to the boy of the deceased, and in each of her words she lacks tenderness: There is no youth in times of war, there is no average life, there is no “day”, everything consumes “a dark night”. Baczyński never forgot this, giving a poetic evidence to the drama of the full generation – his peers and even younger ones who fought and died heroically. They had no choice – war is evil. The worst evil especially for increasing young people who gotta bury their youth and fight for almost 1 day.
"Elegia about a Polish boy" is 1 of the most celebrated poems by Krzysztof Kamil Baczyński. It was written in March 1944, in a period of inflamed warfare.
They've separated you, small boy, from your dreams, which, like a butterfly,
They embroidered you, son, sad eyes with red blood,
They painted landscapes in yellow paths of fire,
They sewed up the trees of the sea
And you came out, bright son, with a black weapon in the night,
And you felt how you can drive in the sound of minutes – evil.
By the time you fell, you made it through the ground with your hand.
Was that a bullet, son, or was that heart broken?
Accidents were fast. The Germans attacked the partisans of the Falcon with all their strength, and those, incapable to defy the still-coming aid to the Nazi troops, withdrew to the cemetery. But they did not last very long here either. So they left the city retreating in meadows towards the village of Sielec.
Meanwhile, after the Germans entered Skalbmierz, there was an incredible panic. Although any people managed to hide in the field or in themselves only known hiding places and places, another Nazis began to execution in a beastly way. The fires began to break out, the series of device guns, the groans of the murdered inhabitants. This alerted the full area, neighboring villages and towns. There was aid for the Scalbmierz everywhere, there was a fight going on everywhere. The local beechmen spread on the access roads with spikes up so that Germans could not pass there.
Lieutenant “Broza II” Franciszek Kozłowski prepared his 27-soldier AK branch and hit the railway station. The partisans, which were developed in the Tyrallery, crossed the railway tracks, mastered the station building and the “Rolnik” warehouses located deep down. However, although any of the defending Germans failed, a large group managed to retreat and reinforced by police troops began a partisan lap from the south-east, grossing their device gunfire. In this situation, Lieutenant Kozłowski, who realized that there were many more Germans than was expected to be according to the battalion commander's report, ordered immediate withdrawal from the station, crossing Nidzica and hitting the Germans from Zamość (north suburb of Skalbmierz).
Another attack by the brave commander of “Brzoz II” did not surprise the Germans, as all movements of the branch were closely followed. The unequal fight of heroic guerrillas turned into a slaughter. "Ramzes" – Stanislaw December, "Lewis" – Józef Pajączek and "Jegor" – Edward Różycki, the officers died: "Dobrzański" – Józef Baran and "Spoke" – Adam Kot, many shooters who had fulfilled their soldier's work with honour since the beginning of the fight in Skalbmierz. Their commander, “Brzoza II” – Franciszek Kozłowski besides died. Only a tiny group of guerrillas managed to break out of the trap and hide in a wicker on the edge of Nidzica... The death of these soldiers was a average soldier's fate. Like all death, she touched the deepest feelings of those who remained. It's kind of a simple thing. There is simply a war – so be it. We shoot – and they shoot at us.
Each event was accompanied by a song – songs were made on forest guerrilla campings. It was there that the forest poets chose the words, which were greatly helped by their branchmates. Songs dictated life. At 1 hr of rest, between the shootings, 1 of the guerrillas advertised the lyrics of the song. There's silence. Wladyk Wojtasik, trying to master the voice, held a part of paper in his hand and whispered with his grey lips, proclaimed the verse, behind the verse:
We don't fight for crosses and fame
Partisan's the cut.
And on the grave somewhere, a cross of a sledge
Sometimes wet from someone's tears.
Because erstwhile he punishes specified a grim sentence
Give life and hardship for your homeland
You won't get a brown 1 in heaven either.
Not for nothing, your death and your toil.
Saint Peter will open the gate
He'll ask who's out there.
You will enter the garden of peace and light
♪ 'Cause you're a Pole and you fought the fair ♪
Author unknown.
Meanwhile, the attack on the cemetery continued. Without interrupting the fire, the 2 platoons, which were on the right wing, broke distant from the enemy and attempted to attack the Germans from the direction of Topoli, along the railway track. The attack was successful and combined with the front attack of the remainder of the troops pushed the Germans into the city.
The fresh phase of the conflict of Skalbmierz took over all guerrillas. There was no front line or back line, no substance where he was, no substance who he was, he fought.
Bad luck was that on the axis of the guerrilla attack there was service to the German ceca. They tried to flush the Germans with fire from device guns, as they had already managed, but the Nazis did not give up. They immediately responded with fire and it was so that even the head could not be lifted. A major part of the sector that the guerrillas were attacking and they had to go through was under their control. In fact, there was only 1 way out: to crawl carefully at the stand itself and throw the Nazis with grenades. tiny folds and depths of the site partially facilitated specified an expedition. The question is, who dares to go under the barrel of a coil? The hazard was huge. The commander was afraid of giving specified an order, but had no choice.
– We'll take them down, Lieutenant – said Vladek Wojtasik, 1 of the most militant troops to Francis Palus “Baltic”, commander of the AK company. 2 grenades and after the scream, you'll see...
Who do you want to go with? – he asked “Baltic”, seeing that Vladek was impatiently waiting for his consent.
With Vladek Prostak. We from 1 village, he's a morbid boy, we're making Nazis with him.
– Well, go. If we do, we will cover you with fire – he said “Baltic” so as to sustain the brave boys in this way and kind of justify their risky decision.
The scouts left right away. They crawled skillfully along a field road that arched to the rear of the German post. Moving toward the haughty behind which the device weapon stood, they sneaked quietly, carefully, slowly, stopping all moment. There was something frightening about their movements. Finally, the characters disappeared, took refuge in the valley. Branch guerrillas followed each step of their colleagues. The commander kept his eyes on the defiled silhouettes, all the way to the edge of the close hill, and later, erstwhile they hid in a shallow ditch, he counted seconds, incredibly long and tiring, as if time stood still. At times they felt that the Germans knew what was threatening them, that they were only waiting for the right time to greet the brave boys closely with a customs series. As they approached the edge of the excavated breast, the heads of the Nazis, seemingly curious about the silence that unexpectedly prevailed in the battlefield. At the minute the wind stopped blowing, the silence became complete. The battlefield was slow asleep with fog. It looked like it was behind a veil. The west wind ran through the sky dark jagged clouds, carrying the odor of smoke and burning. There's a bloody lye above the liquor area...
Suddenly there was a bang of a burst grenade. Under the explosion, the guerrillas jumped on their feet. A scout?
The dust pin that went up over the cecaem position was the best answer. We did it! Everyone besides saw Vladek Prostak jump out of the side and drive a Pepesza over the Nazis, most likely for the sake of the rule that individual after the grenade detonation does not want to rise their head yet. This series sounded like a signal: the freeway, you can attack!
Hooray!
For Our Freedom and Yours
Brothers, we take the sword
Death doesn't scare us.
The winning Eagles fly us.
The hr of vengeance strikes
For crimes, torment and blood,
To the weapons of Jesus Mary,
Soldiers call us a bell!
The “Baltic” Partisans and Lieutenant “Orlik” of the AK broke up, as well as Sigismund “Adam” from the AL branch. Corporal-Zygmunt Bednarz "The rifty, brave partisan of the youth, with his squad of device guns, following the given order, struck the east wing of attacking Germans. It caused the enemy to hesitate. Hellfire went to the forefield, destroying the unearthed under the Hitlerites' bushes. Partisans pushed forward without rest, jumping, running. They were certain that no force would be able to halt this wave, fast and rocked. Runner boys, you could hear their shoes rumbling and short peem warks, you could see the backs of the Germans fleeing with bullets. In this attack, the enemy had small to say. The initiative went into the hands of the guerrillas.
When they approached the first houses of the Scalbmierz, they hoped for success. Unfortunately, on the left wing the attack of Lieutenant ‘Orlik’, not due to his fault, abruptly collapsed. There were 2 reasons.
One is simply a gruesome sight of the murdered on the north bank of Nidzica partisans from the “Brzeza II” branch and civilians. There were Dante scenes. “ Jesus Christ, save me! Have mercy on us” There was a bang of device guns, red lights tearing the light of day. The tutter of forged soldier boots mixed with the jaw of iron. fresh SS men with dead skulls on their uniforms grew out of the ground, sowing death around. You'd say there was a hurricane abruptly in this quiet, quiet town. Then the groans of men re-repeated with a terrible scream, and yet everything went quiet, the fight was over.
The second – the better terrain conditions which Germany had here, especially after the guerrillas arrived close the railway track, which, moving on the embankment, constituted a large opposition point, especially as the partisans came on equal, exposed meadows.
The commanders of the guerrilla troops realized that partisan forces were incapable to regain the city. So the thought arose of asking for aid to the commander of the company of russian tanks, which protected the crossing through Nida in Wislica. The request has been met.
In this situation, led by Lieutenant Roman Moscow “Warniłowicz” troops of the Home Army, supported by units of the Peasants Battalions and 38-man troops of the People's Army of Captain Sigismund Bieszchanin, “Adam” and 2 tanks of russian military reconnaissance from the vicinity of Wislica began a hasty concentration around the city, harassing the Germans there with a driveway fight.
At about 6:30 p.m., a guerrilla group of nearly 400 soldiers attacked Skalbmierz. The tanks were moving evenly. Suddenly, from the left wing, there was a fire of the German cecaem, after second and 3rd seconds. And then the thunder came, and the tank went off erstwhile the thunder repeated, the parkan behind which the Germans were shooting fell to splinters.
Nor were the guerrillas busy. They boldly followed the tanks against the defending Germans, sowing death and desolation in their ranks. They took solid retaliation for the blood of those murdered in this town.
Expedited, moving behind the tanks, the guerrillas reached their first homes and scattered on the gardens and narrow streets of the Scalbmierz. The Nazis pitched in the yard, jumping across fences and streets trying to organize defenses in larger subunits.
At 1 point, from behind the coals of a house, he abruptly jumped consecutive out onto the attacking squad a low-lying boy. It was the fourteen-year-old Vladek Kucibal.
– Where did you come from? – Zygmunt Bednarz asked.
The boy stood up proudly, pressing on to the breast of a brand-new “schmeisser”.
– I brought help," said Vladek. I was expected to bring them the shortest way back, but... they're shooting here, so I wanted to fight. I got the vending machine.
After any time, the Nazis realized that their fight would not change their situation. A violent and heroic attack by partisans, supported by the fire of russian tanks, convinced them that this time they had no chance. An entrenched enemy saw a rescue in a fast escape.
The large pacification expedition ended after an all-day conflict with a complete defeat of the enemy. The survivors of the demolition of Skalbmierz continued to stifle free life. The Partisan Republic of Pinczowska was inactive alive.
Twilight was falling, and for a minute the planet was under terrible silence. In an incredible silence, there was a certain end to everything that had survived to that hr of dusk and was inactive alive. In silence, dark purple fires burned in the far plain. The falling night wrapped them tighter, losing them, confusing distances in black space. They waved, waved, and seemed to slide the planet like a spectrum. They would float and fall, spread on the ground, and they would rise.
After the conflict and defeat of the Nazis, on Saturday, August 5, the sun in a picturesque way lit the sky above the Scalbmeter. During the sunset, the clouds became yellow, orange, and blood red. 1 could admire the view as if fire would appear in the sky. The phenomenon delighted the inhabitants of the city and surrounding areas. Burning sky on the Skalbmierz... I wonder what's going to happen from this," commented the observers of heaven who wondered what specified a phenomenon might mean.
After sunset, it got dark. In the city, at the bottom of the road, it was dark, the fog rose, the edges blurred, the scenery became highly mysterious. The streets in their arms caught the trees around them. The wailing waves of slender poplars raised from the embraces of the city greeted the triumph paid in blood. The colors changed, the lighting changed, and what was visible so far was hidden in the fog. The city became darkly mysterious, as if there were any magical powers in it.
The next day was Sunday. After years of coercive silence, a signature came out from the church tower. They carried her silvery sounds so good to the people of the Scalbmierz. This is the first Sunday to be celebrated at large. The crowds besieged the temple at the call of Saint John the Baptist. There are candles and chandeliers at the altar. The priest is celebrating Mass for guerrilla troops. Everyone wants to witness this historical moment, so the crowd floods the temple to the brim, filling all gaps around the criminal guerrilla ranks.
During mass, guerrillas and residents join Holy Communion. Partisan banners and ecclesiastical banners emergence above their heads... God's something resounds Poland and flows with incredible power and religion from all breasts, with a feeling that it would seem to blow the naves of the temple.
Before Your altars I bring supplication:
Fatherland free to return to us, Lord.
Now the priest of the AK chaplain, Captain Stanislaw Ryniec, gives the participants a blessing of God's Mass. After the service, a joyful crowd pours into the streets and in front of the temples. The earthquake is gripping the locals, and many are rubbing tears... There's a bunch of bunchoy faces everywhere, wary moves and smiling faces. White – red bands marked with AK or AL flashing on sleeves, eagles silver on helmets. Each young soldier wants to shine a discreetly shiny Sten or Lightning, hardened in the fire of conspiracy forge with weapons, or even Bergman, captured in a brazen fight. Girls and boys, dressed in lattice, grayish panthers, tigers, frogs and field essmanian uniforms, scroll everywhere. They wear them here with circumstantial chicness and fantasy.
Life suppressed by 5 years of dense business now abruptly swept distant with a bright geyser and took everyone in complete control. THE CALBMER SPLITED WITH FREEDOM!
