Tajemnica Westerplatte Page #2

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as dead.

This is no place for a

"know-it-all" village doctor.

We need a clinic, a surgeon.

A team.

- What are you talking about?

Lieutenant Leon Pajak...

that's a very serious injury.

His crotch is torn, and everything

that belongs to a man is in pieces.

There's not much I can do.

Under these conditions,

there's danger of gangrene.

Major...

Kuba, I'll do what I can

but please understand

that we must get him to the hospital.

- Mietek!

If you can tell me how,

you'll get a medal for the idea.

American?

They threw it off some boat,

in August.

WELCOME DEATH CREW

- So, did you find him?

- Major, we couldn't find him.

- He can't have disappeared. Damn it!

- We looked everywhere. Nothing.

We even checked out the ferry

and barracks. No luck.

How is that?

- And the Germans?

- Didn't notice.

The trenches are empty.

I think they backed up.

Scram. Leaving a comrade behind, dammit?!

You got it coming.

Platoon leader Buder, sir.

Captain... I have an idea.

Buder wants to take back

Prom base.

He says the Germans

aren't there.

No way.

Buder, do not lead an offensive war.

Prom base fulfilled its role.

Get me Gryczman.

Gryczman, sir.

You are to take over command

of guardhouse number one.

Buder will be your deputy.

Pick 21 people and send the rest

to the barracks.

That's an order. Understood?

- Yes, sir.

I've lost too many men

in the trenches.

They'll be safer in the barracks.

Our 12 hours just passed.

Look closely.

Arrange the grenades so that...

they're always within reach.

Trying to shoot me, you idiot?

What the f*** are you doing?

Who let you leave the base?

It was worth it.

Look at this toy.

You are to do things I know about.

Understood?

- Yes, sir.

Major, sir, they replied.

I bet they're preparing

a landing operation for us.

That's at sea, the fort.

Connect me.

Give them some space;

they're busy.

Rasinski, report back to them.

Kuba, analyze

the overall situation.

Tally our losses. That's it.

Maybe we should ask for help?

If they could help, they would've

done so already. Don't ask.

But if we get reinforcements, we could

send them back to Berlin.

What's wrong?

What happened?

Execute the order.

Take a nap, I'll stay.

Captain, God only knows how much longer

we'll serve our country together.

Maybe we should start

calling each other by name.

If Major wants that...

So how about it, Frank?

May n

Kuba.

That's what everyone calls me.

Oh, yeah, they call you Kuba.

In the army, I had a grey horse.

I called him Kuba.

My friends started calling me that.

I didn't mind, so it stuck.

You like animals... That's good.

It's important to care for animals.

A country boy knows

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