This will be an AAR of the battle scenrio of the invasion of Poland. I will supply screenshots and try to make the story good to read. This will not be an ordinary AAR describing battles and all, but I'm sure you'll figure that out yourself.
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21 May 1965
Somewhere in New York
Dawid was staring at the chess board. He had been invited by the old man to come and join him in a game of chess in the park. After the game, the old man had said that he wanted to discuss some things. He didn't want to give more information until after the game.
The old man had played it wise, Dawid was stuck.
"Hmmmm..."
Barnabas leaned back. His left eye was white and his right cheeck still showed the signs of warfare. Signs of warfare, signs of a bullet just missing his head and a mortar grenade smashing into the ground next to him.
" I'm checkmate, good game Barnabas."
Dawid leaned over and shook hands with the old man, who sat back down and smiled a bit.
"Dawid...how old are you now?"
"26, Barnabas. Having trouble with your memory?"
Both men smiled.
"No, no...your ehm...father, he....you look just like him."
Dawid looked at the man in suprise.
"You knew my father? Is this why you wanted me to come over?"
"I...well...your father...he wanted me to tell you this when I felt you were ready. Come with me, Dawid. Let's go for a walk..."
Dawid and Barnabas stood up. Barnabas walked with a stick and wore a long black coat. On his head stood a black hat, covering his baldness. He was blind in one eye, a result from the war.
The two men started walking and Barnabas told the tale he felt he had to tell.
"Dawid...as you know, you were not born in the USA. Your mother and father both were Poles."
Dawid fell silent and stared at the ground. He didn't look up when he said.
"I never knew my father...stupid war..."
Barnabas nodded.
"Indeed, Dawid, indeed. Stupid, idiotic war. All the destruction for the will of one man. War, war never changes...Families ripped apart, homes destroyed."
Both men fell silent and continued their walk. They walked for a while until Dawid asked:
"Where are we going?"
"To my home. There are things I must tell you and show you. How I got to know your father and how you lost him."
They arrived at his door a few minutes later.
"Come in, Dawid, there are a lot of things I have to tell you"
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Prologue
21 May 1965
Somewhere in New York
Dawid was staring at the chess board. He had been invited by the old man to come and join him in a game of chess in the park. After the game, the old man had said that he wanted to discuss some things. He didn't want to give more information until after the game.
The old man had played it wise, Dawid was stuck.
"Hmmmm..."
Barnabas leaned back. His left eye was white and his right cheeck still showed the signs of warfare. Signs of warfare, signs of a bullet just missing his head and a mortar grenade smashing into the ground next to him.
" I'm checkmate, good game Barnabas."
Dawid leaned over and shook hands with the old man, who sat back down and smiled a bit.
"Dawid...how old are you now?"
"26, Barnabas. Having trouble with your memory?"
Both men smiled.
"No, no...your ehm...father, he....you look just like him."
Dawid looked at the man in suprise.
"You knew my father? Is this why you wanted me to come over?"
"I...well...your father...he wanted me to tell you this when I felt you were ready. Come with me, Dawid. Let's go for a walk..."
Dawid and Barnabas stood up. Barnabas walked with a stick and wore a long black coat. On his head stood a black hat, covering his baldness. He was blind in one eye, a result from the war.
The two men started walking and Barnabas told the tale he felt he had to tell.
"Dawid...as you know, you were not born in the USA. Your mother and father both were Poles."
Dawid fell silent and stared at the ground. He didn't look up when he said.
"I never knew my father...stupid war..."
Barnabas nodded.
"Indeed, Dawid, indeed. Stupid, idiotic war. All the destruction for the will of one man. War, war never changes...Families ripped apart, homes destroyed."
Both men fell silent and continued their walk. They walked for a while until Dawid asked:
"Where are we going?"
"To my home. There are things I must tell you and show you. How I got to know your father and how you lost him."
They arrived at his door a few minutes later.
"Come in, Dawid, there are a lot of things I have to tell you"
