Chapter 01 - Włochy (Introduction)
Karol Zalewski left the back of the 'jankee' APC after the halt was called, moving to pull security amid the devastation of the Warszawa suburbs. Since they were not under fire, he moved without haste, taking more care to adjust his poncho than looking for the enemy. The sounds of small arms and screams moments later changed that.
Zalewski oriented himself toward Fort Szczęśliwice and took a knee behind some rubble. Moving the two hundred meters through this hellscape would hard. The debris, mud, flooded trenches, and the other obstacles meant that just getting eyes on what was happening would be ugly.
Of course the whole bloody war had been ugly. Why expect anything more?
Still, the cries of men in battle wasn't what they were hearing. Those were women. Those were children. Screaming in the rain.
Sure, the American's had brought some women with them, as did the Soviets, but children? These people were likely Polish - his people. Even those misguided enough still support the communist deserved to live if they did so in peace. While women and children often suffered in war, that didn't make it right.
"I volunteer, please," Lolek said as he looked back to the Lieutenant. Zalewski was a survivor first and foremost, but his conscience wouldn't, nay couldn't, let him turn his back on the screams being carried on Włochy's fell winds.
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