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http://serwisy.gazeta.pl/df/1,34467,2242556.html?as=1&ias=6 po angielsku (przet?umaczone si?ami polskiej grupy na Militaryphotos) My Warsaw madness. The other side of the Warsaw Uprising. by W?odzimierz Nowak and Angelika Ku?niak. 23-08-2004 In Warsaw I took 19 fights on knives and bayonets. In cellars. In Warsaw, cellars were a second city. When you fight in a cellar, it's quiet, you don't see anything. I was faster. I killed that Pole. My most terrible experiences came from Warsaw. Summer 1944. Mathi Schenk and Peter, his friend from the army, are eating bean soup at some inn. Both wearing the Wehrmacht uniforms. They somehow managed to leave the barracks and go the town. They talk about that fool Fels, and about some guys who yesterday escaped from the army. Mathi can't escape because Gestapo threated that they'll send his father on the Eastern front if he does so. He's the youngest soldier in the 46th Assault Brigade, they call him Bubi. Recently he had his 18th birthday. They're stationing near Bonn. They were incorporated by a trick. First, the Germans searched for volunteers to the SS, then to the new Assault Brigade. None came. So they announced that they need truck drivers. Boys were eager. Everyone wanted to drive. Mathi was lucky that he managed to get there. Germans gave them new uniforms, goggles and transported them near Bonn. They were welcomed by lieutenant Fels: - You impudent swines, you look like some clowns, take that goggles off! Since then there wasn't a single word about trucks. The inn owner turns up the volume on a radio. They're talking about the Fuhrer, there was a assassination, he's probably dead. People ceased talking. Soldiers are riding motorcycles on the street. They hear orders. Suddenly, everyone runs out. They left the food, none paid. The inn owner hides behind the counter. Mathi and his friend escape trough the back door. Huge mess in the barracks, the sirens are howling. - Is Hitler dead? - some soldier asks. - Shut your muzzles! Even if we're totally alone, we'll be loyal to our Fuhrer! Who hesitates, will be shot! - Fels shouts. He orders to place guards around the barracks. Soldiers are laughing - they don't even have their weapons! After few days they get their rifles and grenades. Readiness. The orchestra was playing. They marched to the train station. They were sure that they're going to France. They were happy with that, because in France it's easier to escape. They had food for two days and lots of red wine in 20-liter barrels. Wagons don't have roofs, there is a hay on the floor. Comfortable. They drink, they sing. They play cards. People on the fields are waving. On the station they sent Bubi on the back of the train to get the next 20 liters of wine. The train was long, when it started to move Bubi couldn't get to his wagon. He sat all night on the stair between wagons. That's why he was the only one sober when at dawn they reached a village. He recognized that it was Poland - he saw flat terrain and houses with thatched roofs. They started drinking again. It was hot - 1st of August. They laid on the hay and listened to the clatter of the train wheels. Suddenly he saw that wood from the planks is slivering. Yelling, blood. - Someone's shooting at us! The train started to get back. Wounded people were dying, drunk people were waking up. - Damn, they carried us on the Russian front! Even the company's commander was staggering, he was incapable to fight. Some children asked for a bread. Soldier was running trough the filed, with his face covered in blood. - There's an uprising in Warsaw! - he shouted. In Horsefly Village Summer 2004. 1200km- from Warsaw to Brullingen, small Belgian village near the border with Germany (on the one side of the street there's a Belgian pub, on the opposite - German one). Beautiful region with windmill power plants. Mathias Schenk lives in a small house with his wife and the youngest son. The house has thatched roof. Their grandparents called this place Horsefly village because of horseflies swarm living in the old oak. There's an Saint Mary of Czestochowa painting over the fireplace. Gift from the Polish _frame_rs, who saved the Mathia’s life in 1945. We went to Horsefly village to listen to his relation from the Warsaw Uprising. Relation coming from the opposite side. 78-year old Belgian Mathias Schenk, in 1944 18 year old Sturmpionier (assault engineer) is talking. His train was the last one which reached the uprising Warsaw at the 1st of August. - It's impossible to say... - old man is frowning. - When the bodies are burning, they move. You can hear sounds, similar to moans. Back then I thought that they're still alive. And these flies, worms. How many people were killed in Warsaw? Some 350,000, yes? The Captain's orderly - Since I was a child, I always wanted to be a veterinarian. We had a farm. When in 1940 German army entered our village, I was 14. (The Eupen-Malmedy region is today's German-speaking Belgium. As a border area, it came from hands to hands. In 1919 it was accepted as a part of Belgium. Hitler after conquering Belgium incorporated this area to Reich). Some of the neighbours started to greet themselves with Heil Hitler! . We said traditional Guten Tag . They looked at us like we were traitors, because we didn't have swastikas in our windows. Nazis were asking my father, why I weren't in the Hilterjugend. They also interrogated my parents because my brothers escaped to the occupied Belgium. We had visits from Gestapo, they interrogated me too. The third brother was hiding in our neighbourhood. They caught him. He returned from the Russian Front heavily wounded. My talented cousin Daniel was my best friend. He secretly made a radio for us. It could receive only BBC. But our fathers caught us while we was listening. They bitten us and destroyed the set. Daniel was drafted to Wehrmacht. He became a radio specialist, later he died at Crimea. I knew the way trough the border since I was a child. He helped the German Jews in escaping to Belgium, we smuggled food. Last time I crossed the border on Easter 1944, in German uniform. Germans caught me, but I was lucky - the guard was Mr Furt, a shoemaker from Losheim. Before the war he made shoes for us. Now he let me to escape. I received my summons for the obligatory work for the Reich at November 1943. My first Christmas outside home. 20 of us jumped trough the fence and went ot the Mass. As a punishment we had do clean latrines and run trough the pile of shit singing Christmas carols. Half year later they drafted me to the army, my specialty was engineer. Some of the boys escaped. I couldn't, because they were threatening me that they'll send my father to the Russian front. I hated the water exercises during my engineer course. I also didn't learn do swim, because our captain took me as his orderly. I tried to figure out how I could get back home for few days. When our company's commander asked who has enough hens to furnish 100 eggs for the Easter breakfast, I lied and went on a 4-day vacation. I took the eggs from our neighbours. At the village they caught a Russian prisoner, who escaped from POW camp. They forced him to run naked on the street, beating him with batons. At this time there was an instruction how to treat a 'sub-humans'. My mother gave him a pair of shoes and some butter. Our neighbours reported this and next time we didn't received coupons for butter and shoes. When I was going back to the army, my mother gave me a black rosary. Where have you been, pigs? We were entering Warsaw, walking the cobblestones. Poles were shooting at us, but we haven't seen them. White flags on some buildings. I jumped in through a broken window. On the stairs I saw a dead man and a woman, both shot once in foreheads. We were storming house by house, everywhere we saw dead civilians, women and children. Everyone had a hole in the forehead. We made our way to SS barracks. Another company, that drove the lorries, took the wrong turn and got straight to Polish positions. Few of the trucks were on flames, soldiers were running for their lives. Many have been running straight through the line of fire. Sergeant felt few steps from me. Next day we were ordered to capture some road. We went through small gardens. Our commander Lieutenant Fels was hurrying us forward. We had to blow up the doors of the building which from the fiercest fire was shot. We threw hand grenades in. Poles surrounded us. Short knife fight and we run out into the bushes. Four of the guys from our boxcar died. Fels once again was driving us to attack, but Poles were well covered. We could not withdraw because they were shooting at us from the back. All night we were sitting in the small gardens like scared animals. I was thirsty. I found some tomatoes. We were constantly shot at. Next evening the infantry came to the rescue, but we made no progress. Then the SS unit arrived. They looked strange, they had no ranks and smelled with vodka. They attacked at instant crying Hooorrraaay and were dying by dozens. Their commander dressed in black leather coat was raging in back, rallying his men to attack. Then came a tank. We rushed with SS troopers behind it. Few meters to buildings the tank was hit. It exploded and the soldier’s hat was thrown high up. We run back once more. He second tank was hesitating. We were covering the front as the SS men were running out the civilians out of their homes, SS men were positioning them around the tank, forcing some to sit on the armour. For the first time in my life I saw such a thing. They were rushing a Polish woman in the long coat. She was holding a little girl
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