Despite the unfriendly reception by his former friend Jozef, now called Marek, Peter didn’t doubt for a single moment that he’d made the correct decision coming to Warsaw. Early in the morning, they visited the Home Army headquarters in the basement of a building in the Old Town.
About a dozen men in their forties filled the room, all veterans of the Polish Army who’d fought in 1939, judging by the uniforms they wore.
“Who’s this?” A skinny man with a distinctive mustache and the insignia of a general asked Marek.
Marek introduced Peter. “He’s Antek. Used to be in the Polish Army but fled to England after the invasion.” The disapproval of Peter’s actions was prominent in his voice.
“General Bór. I’m the commander of the Home Army,” the man said and extended his hand.
“It’s pleasure to
