Twentieth of September 1939 the Red Army invaded in Grodno, Polish town, beautifully situated on the Niemen, once called the "castle Batory. I would remind one of the events of those hellish days in order to preserve the memory of a little hero, a boy who became a symbol of the heroic struggle the people of this city with the Soviet invaders. For grodnian who survived the murderous assault, General Wladyslaw Sikorski, said later: "You are the new Orlętami. I'll try that your city has received and the title of Military Virtue Always Faithful "...
I will not describe the situation prevailing then in Grodno, nor the course of a dramatic battle against the Bolsheviks. I will just mention that in August, then September 10 local garrison has left much of the Polish army. A small number of soldiers who everyone else in the city and the police, scouts, railwaymen, postmen, and the other residents, were preparing to defend his castle against the enemy. In total, the arms were about two thousand people.
Earlier, the Commander Area fortified "Grodno" Col. Bohdan Hulewicz requisitioned local stocks vodka labels in order to replace the bottles of alcohol in gasoline. Was it during the defense of Grodno, was the name "Molotov cocktail" or a bit later it came up with the Finns during the "winter war" with the Soviets? Irrelevant. Then the bottles of petrol were to be an effective weapon against German tanks. And the tanks invaded Grodno. Dozens, perhaps even a hundred. The red star.
Part Soviet combat vehicles could be disposed of these defenders of the city "incendiary grenades." One of the bottles seized the 13 - year-old Teddy Jasinski and threw it in the tank. Not lit. Czerwonoarmiści caught the boy, beaten and przytwierdzili into the front of the machine using as a living shield ... Teddy died the death of a hero and martyr. His death and the death of hundreds of grodnian is one of the proofs of barbarity of Soviet hordes who invaded our country.
event, I mentioned she described in her book Fri "If I forget about them ..." Colonel Grazyna Lipinska, a witness and participant in those events, then the director of a vocational school in Grodno. Let me quote this part of the book, because it touched me profoundly:
"(...) But I see a tank on a distant light patch. A sudden, terrible certainty! Smelter! Danka do not worry, I can not hear her scream. Deadly machine goes forward, and I stępiała for everything I'm going straight to her. The blood-curdling screech ... tank is in front of me. At the head of the tank outstretched baby boy. Blood flows from his wounds after strużkami iron. We begin with the release Danka outstretched, his arms tied rags boy. I do not matter what is going on. A black tank jumps tankista, browning holds in his hand, followed by the second - in danger. With the bolszewicku raised up his fist, his face contorted in anger, shouting in a hoarse voice, something he accuses us and boy. For me, they do not exist, I can only see your child eyes full of fear and anguish. I see you freed from the shackles of the shoulders draw us with boundless confidence. High Danka one motion lifts the child from the tank and is made on a stretcher. I am already at his head. Grab a stretcher and leaving our presumptuous oniemiałych executioners uciekamy w stronę szpitala.
Chłopczyk ma pięć ran od kul karabinowych (wiem – to polskie kule siekają po wrogich czołgach) i silny upływ krwi, ale jest przytomny. W szpitalu otaczają go siostry, doktorzy, chorzy. – Chcę mamy – prosi dziecko. Nazywa się Tadeusz Jasiński, ma 13 lat, jedyne dziecko Zofii Jasińskiej, służącej, nie ma ojca, wychowanek Zakładu Dobroczynności. Poszedł na bój, rzucił butelkę z benzyną na czołg, ale nie zapalił, nie umiał… Wyskoczyli z czołgu, bili, chcieli zabić, a potem skrępowali na froncie czołgu. Danka sprowadza matkę. Nie pomaga transfuzja blood. The boy grew weaker and weaker, starts konać. But dying in the arms of the mother and the tip of the free Polish, because the military hospital is still in our hands. Dying boy's mother, desperate act, and at the same time stimulated her son, she whispers to him: "Tadzik, enjoy! Polish army's back! Sing ..."."
http://www.blogpress.pl/node/1449
http://pl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tadeusz_Jasi% C5% 84ski
http://pl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gra% C5% BCyna_Lipi% C5% 84sk
I will not describe the situation prevailing then in Grodno, nor the course of a dramatic battle against the Bolsheviks. I will just mention that in August, then September 10 local garrison has left much of the Polish army. A small number of soldiers who everyone else in the city and the police, scouts, railwaymen, postmen, and the other residents, were preparing to defend his castle against the enemy. In total, the arms were about two thousand people.
Earlier, the Commander Area fortified "Grodno" Col. Bohdan Hulewicz requisitioned local stocks vodka labels in order to replace the bottles of alcohol in gasoline. Was it during the defense of Grodno, was the name "Molotov cocktail" or a bit later it came up with the Finns during the "winter war" with the Soviets? Irrelevant. Then the bottles of petrol were to be an effective weapon against German tanks. And the tanks invaded Grodno. Dozens, perhaps even a hundred. The red star.
Part Soviet combat vehicles could be disposed of these defenders of the city "incendiary grenades." One of the bottles seized the 13 - year-old Teddy Jasinski and threw it in the tank. Not lit. Czerwonoarmiści caught the boy, beaten and przytwierdzili into the front of the machine using as a living shield ... Teddy died the death of a hero and martyr. His death and the death of hundreds of grodnian is one of the proofs of barbarity of Soviet hordes who invaded our country.
event, I mentioned she described in her book Fri "If I forget about them ..." Colonel Grazyna Lipinska, a witness and participant in those events, then the director of a vocational school in Grodno. Let me quote this part of the book, because it touched me profoundly:
"(...) But I see a tank on a distant light patch. A sudden, terrible certainty! Smelter! Danka do not worry, I can not hear her scream. Deadly machine goes forward, and I stępiała for everything I'm going straight to her. The blood-curdling screech ... tank is in front of me. At the head of the tank outstretched baby boy. Blood flows from his wounds after strużkami iron. We begin with the release Danka outstretched, his arms tied rags boy. I do not matter what is going on. A black tank jumps tankista, browning holds in his hand, followed by the second - in danger. With the bolszewicku raised up his fist, his face contorted in anger, shouting in a hoarse voice, something he accuses us and boy. For me, they do not exist, I can only see your child eyes full of fear and anguish. I see you freed from the shackles of the shoulders draw us with boundless confidence. High Danka one motion lifts the child from the tank and is made on a stretcher. I am already at his head. Grab a stretcher and leaving our presumptuous oniemiałych executioners uciekamy w stronę szpitala.
Chłopczyk ma pięć ran od kul karabinowych (wiem – to polskie kule siekają po wrogich czołgach) i silny upływ krwi, ale jest przytomny. W szpitalu otaczają go siostry, doktorzy, chorzy. – Chcę mamy – prosi dziecko. Nazywa się Tadeusz Jasiński, ma 13 lat, jedyne dziecko Zofii Jasińskiej, służącej, nie ma ojca, wychowanek Zakładu Dobroczynności. Poszedł na bój, rzucił butelkę z benzyną na czołg, ale nie zapalił, nie umiał… Wyskoczyli z czołgu, bili, chcieli zabić, a potem skrępowali na froncie czołgu. Danka sprowadza matkę. Nie pomaga transfuzja blood. The boy grew weaker and weaker, starts konać. But dying in the arms of the mother and the tip of the free Polish, because the military hospital is still in our hands. Dying boy's mother, desperate act, and at the same time stimulated her son, she whispers to him: "Tadzik, enjoy! Polish army's back! Sing ..."."
http://www.blogpress.pl/node/1449
http://pl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tadeusz_Jasi% C5% 84ski
http://pl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gra% C5% BCyna_Lipi% C5% 84sk
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