It is 10 am, the early morning sun has burned away the clinging fog and General Kleeburg awaits word from the party he sent to the German lines.
This is the fall of Poland, thirsty, starving and weaponless reservists and volunteers huddle owlishly in their foxholes, waiting tensely for a ghoulish howl that would precede a diving stuka or the guttural roar of the panzers. They've thrown everything they had at the Germans, for six days. Their determination and grit has rebuffed the Germans and shown there's spirit left in Poland, but they are the last remaining operational Polish unit.
The party returns from the German lines, their surrender has been accepted, gratefully the various remannts drop their weapons and shuffle into the German's hands. Many of them will die in the coming years, some in concentration camps, others in the Battle for Warsaw and even more tragically in the Soviet takeover of Poland. But for now they've survived. In the fields around them lie those more unlucky, victims to just the prelude to a greater conflict.
Welcome to an ongoing series on World War Two, which shall post on the days of major events about those events. This won't be our only series, there's plans for a Vietnam War one as well alongside others.
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