Tajemnica Westerplatte Page #3

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something about that.

And we always had a horse.

Call me Henrich.

Answer .. f?

I knew this wedding song,

about Kuba.

"Kuba drinks to his friend Jacob."

Know it? It's a wedding favourite.

I don't.

That's okay.

I'll sing it to you some other time.

Colonel Sobocinski.

Sit down, Kuba.

I see you're getting better acquainted,

Henrich.

The captain and I were just

going over final details.

So how do you gentlemen

see the situation?

Westerplatte is a small fort.

In case of a coup...

we'll last our six hours

until back up comes.

Within six hours

the Skwarczynski Division

will conquer Gdansk

and neutralize the coup.

You can be sure of that.

Kuba, pour one.

To these sad days.

No... hard liquos bad for my ulcers.

Hold you a long time ago

to do something about that.

I had to have a Bruderschafi

drink with Captain Dabrowski.

But anyway...

What's new in politics?

I'm a little worried about that...

little German screamer

with a moustache.

True... since Hitler

took over Austria and Czech,

he's become more confident.

I'm not worried.

As long as France and England

put their foot down, and Hitler

will tuck in his tail.

I hope so, Kuba... I hope so...

Hitler wouldn't dare

attack Poland.

It would be suicide.

Our army's stronger than ever.

So let's drink.

To our strong army.

Wait!

Let them advance.

Then we give it to them.

Us chilly.

Everyone needs a hot meal today.

Okay, Jozu, at ease.

Just make sure they run a lot.

When the shelling resumes,

take them back upstairs.

Yes, sir!

The 12 hours, which we were supposed

to withstand, passed a long time ago.

Reinforcements are coming.

It's only a matter of time.

Just listen.

Maybe fire a round

above their heads.

Let them know we're not asleep.

Fire a short round!

What's going on?

The chimney oven is down.

The major ordered that soldiers

get a hot meal today.

And I don't take care how.

- Yes, sir.

Put the wood in the middle.

I have medicine for you.

What do you have?

Sir, I brought the wounded

fresh cow milk.

I request your permission.

Milk is good... healthy.

Permission granted. But only

to those along the wall.

Yes, sir.

Good milk.

So you'll have the strength

to clobber that bastard Adolf.

Good milk.

Run!

Come on! Come on!

Same time tomorrow, you scoundrels.

Open up for them.

Open up!

Someday you'll get

what's coming to you, Mundek.

They were shooting at us.

You shouldn't have run around

butt naked on the beach.

It's been quiet all day.

Only that one tormenting shot.

I don't like that.

It's simple, our guys scared them

in Gdynia.

I think it's time we talk about

the readiness of our defence.

Maybe it's one of ours...

A seaplane?

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