Warsaw uprising, powstanie Warszawskie 1944

Seventy-two years ago, September 1st Warsaw exploded. Two, may be three generations past.  How many people still remember it?  How many of them, who saw it with their own eyes are still alive?  And when our city erupted, there were only few not afflicted by these events.

Biblical scene of David fighting Goliath always fascinated people.  Battling against insurmountable odds is easy to romanticize and difficult to forget. Our history has plenty of moments like that, to mention only cavalry charges against the enemy tanks or taking the abbey on Monte Cassino in the recent times.

Warsaw uprising reminded me of Roman match up of two gladiators: one with heavy armor, helmet, chest plate and a sword fighting another one, armed with fish net and a short knife.  Lightly armed fighter was usually one leaving the arena alive.

We didn’t do as well. It took sixty-three days for well equipped and heavy battle trained German army to force amateur Polish fighters to surrender.   How did it come to that?

After defeat in the siege of Stalingrad at the beginning of 1943 Germans were retreating.  One year later front lines were drawn on Vistula river, which separates the city on the left-bank and the right-bank parts. Just as Hungarians have in Buda and Pest. Germans were in the west, Russians just marched into the east part of our capital.  The idea of open insurrection against Germans was brewing on for quite a while.  Hoping to help liberate left banked part of Warsaw, still in Germans hands, Poles attacked at 1 pm on August 1, 1944.  They were counting on help from Russians who were stationing just across the river. They thought, that since we are fighting common enemy…

Main weapon of Polish insurgents was the knowledge of the city. They started with few pistols and rifles.  The other weapons were taken from Germans.  Air lift from Britain was sporadic and quite few pieces of equipment ended up in German hands.  On Polish side everybody was fighting. Women and children were carrying the weapons, cooked meals and attending wounded and dead. Boys were distributing the mail.

Our weapons.


Their weapons.



After Polish initial successes, without substantial help from the West and with murderous inaction from the East, refreshed German troops broke our backs. It took more than two months. And all that time “tired” Russians were resting on the right banks of the river.

Street fighting in Warsaw was compared by Germans only to battle of Stalingrad.  Polish fighters heroic resistance was an embarrassment to Germans and their high command was finally taken over by Himmler himself.

After capitulation Polish commander was allowed to retain his pistol as a gesture of respect.

And then came the order:

“The city must completely disappear from the surface of the earth and serve only as a transport station for the Wehrmacht.  No stone can remain standing.  Every building must be razed to its foundation.” 


Drunken hordes of RONA criminals part Germans, part Russian were sent to pacify the rest of remaining Polish population. District after district was taken, women raped, babies heads smashed on remaining walls,the rest of survivors shot. The biggest problem was what to do with piles of bodies.  German ingenuity was used to develop new methods of disposal, rivaling only those from Auschwitz.  At the end 200,000 people mostly civilians were dead. My family was lucky to be given 30 minutes to gather their belongings and be able to walk out.


Then came troops with flamethrowers and with inborn German precision house after house was ignited.  With or without remaining inhabitants.



These scenes can be seen in Polanski’s movie The Pianist.

The recent book by Alexandra Richie  Warsaw 1944 was criticized for too graphic  depiction of German crimes.  It wasn’t exaggerated, that’s the way it was.  I spoke to people who lived through that hell.

The victims.


That was the look of Warsaw after Germans left.



And that is the way Warsaw looks now.





There is a very important philosophical and ethical question: how do we approach descendants of people who did it to us?  Of course we have to and we will remember. But do we forgive?  How do we treat German or Russian people, whose fathers or even grandfathers undoubtedly were fighting on our land war not of our causing?  Are there any limits to hatred and revenge?  My immediate family survived, but my two uncles in their 20s were sent to Auschwitz for smuggling food to Jewish ghetto in Warsaw.  They never came back.

Every person needs to solve that problem for himself.

There is another fact not very well-known to general public. Poland was one of the very few, if not the only country where throughout the entire time of German occupation there was no political nor economic cooperation  with the invaders.  There was no Vichy government, no Quisling sort of politician. Poles did not serve in German army. We never signed document of surrender to Germans. No other country can say that.  Polish resistance was the strongest amongst the occupied nations and Warsaw Uprising was single most prominent act of war against Germans done by resistance forces not  being a part of regular army.

Once I was told by highly educated and accomplished individual of Polish stupidity in actions in Warsaw and at Monte Cassino.

I answered these were the ones of many moments in our history we are very proud of and cherish the memories.

And what about our allies?  We got screwed  again.

“I want to protest against mean and cowardly attitude adopted by the British press towards the recent rising in Warsaw…  One was left with the general impression, that the Poles deserved to have their bottoms smacked for doing what all the Allied wirelesses had been urging them to do for years past, …  First of all, a message to English left-wing journalists and intellectuals generally: ‘Do remember, that dishonesty and cowardice always have to be paid for.  Don’t imagine, that for years  on you can make yourself  the boot-licking propagandist of the Soviet regime, or any other regime, and then suddenly return to mental decency.  Once a whore, always a whore.”

George Orwell  September 1, 1944.

History has tendency to repeat itself.

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