I belong to the inaugural generation raised in a Poland liberated a...
I belong to the inaugural generation raised in a Poland liberated after 123 years under foreign rule. The onset of WWII robbed me of my family, home, and envisioned future. We are infuriated, exhausted, yet cohesive. We're compelled to act, to reclaim some semblance of authority over our destinies. My comrades and I are driven by what seems to be our sole option: to avenge and reclaim our city ...
I belong to the inaugural generation raised in a Poland liberated after 123 years under foreign rule. The onset of WWII robbed me of my family, home, and envisioned future. We are infuriated, exhausted, yet cohesive. We're compelled to act, to reclaim some semblance of authority over our destinies. My comrades and I are driven by what seems to be our sole option: to avenge and reclaim our city and country's independence, or perish in the attempt.
We face daunting odds. Bonded like siblings, our resolve is fortified by our collective spirit, leaning on our cunning, stealth, and collaborative effort. Yet, the question lingers: Will our united front suffice?