Somewhere in Poland, November 1944
Somewhere in Poland, November 1944Stanislaw Zdanek, called Stan, and his friend Bartosz stepped into the partially destroyed building keeping their weapons at the ready.
Adrenaline surged through Stan’s body, sending his heart throbbing against his chest. It felt good to actually fight and not merely sabotage the Germans who’d ruled Poland with an iron fist for six years. After years of hiding, the members of the Polish Home Army had finally joined the open battle against the Nazis.
“Clear!” Stan shouted and waved at his comrades.
They stepped out from their cover and searched the rest of the ruins for German soldiers. But they had left earlier in the day, taking to their heels with the overpowering Red Army approaching further south.
Slowly, civilia
