No one knew who he was or where he was from. He was a drifter some said, others claimed he wasn’t real and some even went as far to name him ‘Mars’ believing he was a War God come down to earth. But no matter what anyone said, no matter that he was brutal, strong and immoral, everyone agreed that he was a fighter, a born fighter.
Western Poland: September 1939
The tanks could be heard in the distance, their metalic tracks, clinking and groaning in need of oil. The noise was the main focus of everyone, it was the only thing that could be heard and it led no man to not know the fate that lay ahead of him, but they had a duty, a patriotic duty, to stand up against these oppresors, to stand up for moral and for reason but most of all to protect their country, all of whom loved it and were prepared to die for it. That was all but one, it wasn’t noticeable that he didn’t feel the same, he looked the same as any of the other soldiers packed into the small trench overlooking the river. He wore the same uniform, his face looked no different and if anything he looked more eager to fight than some of the others. The thing was that the man, who called himself at the present time Gerwazy, which meant Warrior in Polish, just in all simplicity, just loved soldiering.But he was going to be damned if not loving the country he was about to fight for stopped him from doing what he loved and a few of the raw, nervous soldiers stared at him, some in amasement some in awe, at the fact that he was smiling and every so often a soft melody would depart from his lips, and the whistling, astonishingly had an encouraging affect upon some of the soldiers and the Polish national anthem was soon being sung, by proud, determined, unwavering and then the tanks broke out of the woods on the oppsite side of the river. They enemy tank force consisted mainly of Panzerkampfwagen I’s but a few Panzerkampfwagen II’s were intemingled with them but were undistinguishable from a distance. The Polish troops were ordered to load their weapons and there was a commotion of rifles being rustled and simoultaneously they were cocked asn prepared aswere a few machine guns along the trench. The Polish soldiers stared defiantly at the approaching army of metal which they knew, brought death. Officers checked their watches and stared at one another as they slowly put whistles towrds their lips, the crisp shrill from the whistles pierced the summers air and could be heard above the racket produced by the tanks. The Poles ascended out of the trenches slowly and led by the officers on the second whistle, admist cheers of “Long Live Polski” they charged, over the bridge, across the soft grass towards the mass of tanks. Rifles, bullets and bayonets rushed bravely to meet machine guns, shells and steel. Then the tanks opened fire!
Gerwazy charged at the tanks, oblivious to the bullets whistling around his ears and the men around him falling as they were struck by bullets from the tanks machine guns, all he rembered thinking was ‘how much this resembled a ww1 charge’, but he soon stopped thinking as the man infront of him was ripped apart by bullets and blood splattered his uniform, but he was luckily unharmed and he looked around him quickly and saw that his ‘Komrades’ were already half the number they had started with, and the numbers quickly diminished as they neared the tanks. The rumble got nearer and Gerwazy could see the men inside their tanks, he pulled out a grenade and with a large adrenaline rush dived infont of an oncoming tank, the occupant of the vehcile thinking that he had perished beneath their tracks carried on. But Gerwazy lay down as flat as he could, with his face in the ground as the tank rattled over him and as it slowly past him he sprung up, the grenade now primed was thrown through the firing slit of another tank which was behind the first. A muffled explosion sounded from the belly of the ‘metal beast’ and flesh soared out of the firing slit, landing on the churned up grass, edmitting steam as it lay their. Gerwazy who had flung himslef onto the muddy grass, so as to not be caught by flying debris from the tank stood up and pulled out another grenade. The tank hich had trundled over him was only a little way away and as he ran to it, the other Panzer’s watched in fury as they couldn’t elevate their guns low enough to aim at him and watched in horror as he leapt upon the tank and toppled the grenaded down the opened hatch, before leaping off. Another exolosion ringed his eardrums and that was two tanks now steaming on the hot summers day. Sweat poured down his face and he breathed heavily. He lay on the floor, facewards, pretending to be dead, hoping the other tanks would pass him unoticed but to his dismay a Panzerkampfwagen I halted a few metres away from him, and as he adjusted his head slighlty to get a better view, he saw a Panzer commander climb out from his vehcile and cautiously descend to the grass were he produced a luger and crept towards him. Gerwazy stopped breathing and lay as silent as he could, the luger wielding German was now only a few inches away. The german crouched down by him and pressed the pistol against Gerwazy’s face, trying to make him roll over. He soon lost his patience though and let the luger drop as he went to use both of his hands to turn Gerwazy over. Then it happened in a flash, within a few seconds, Gerwazy had swung his rifle into the mans face knocking him off balance and then as the German lay immobolised on the floor he rammed the bayonet into his belly twice, and kicked him in the head for good measure. One of the crewman from the dying Germans Crew, arose from the hatch, lugar in hand and pulled the trigger casuing a few rather sporadic shots which just flicked up the turf aroubnd Gerwazy’s boots and before he could get off another round Gerwazy quickly aimed and with a precision shot ended the mans life, who toppled back into the tank letting off a pistol shot which entered the gunner in the back of the head, who slumped forward dead, letting off a burst from his machine gun. Gerwazy then pressed home the advantage and leapt upon the tanks bonnet and peered into the hatch to see the driver of the vehicle hold his hands up for surrender, the bayonet glinted as the sun caught on the metal and the driver gave out a cry which was checked by a wave of blood puring from his mouth and he also died.
The Polish attack had faultred now and Gerwalzy stood alone, he sat upon the bonnet of the tank and watched, with satisfaction, as the German Panzer Commander slowly died, his guts lay strewn on the floor next to him and he tried in vain to stuff them back into his swollen belly, but his hands were too slippery with blood and as he groped them they ran through his fingers like hot butter. He gave a cry and stared at his tormentor who grinned back and rubed his belly with a sincere smile, laughing at the mans predicament. The commander looked back at his belly, and screamed as he saw hundreds of blue and greenish flies swarming into his wound, licking up the sweet, nausieaiting, intestines and the comamnder went to throw up but the motion which was supposed to to come from his mouth, ejected out of his wound with a fresh torrent of blood which flowed from his belly. The man dided shortly after and Gereazy watched from a distance as the nemy tank force enialated the Polish defences. He heard a rumble from behind him and turned to see a dozen German Military Opel truck coming towards him.
Western Poland: September 1939
The tanks could be heard in the distance, their metalic tracks, clinking and groaning in need of oil. The noise was the main focus of everyone, it was the only thing that could be heard and it led no man to not know the fate that lay ahead of him, but they had a duty, a patriotic duty, to stand up against these oppresors, to stand up for moral and for reason but most of all to protect their country, all of whom loved it and were prepared to die for it. That was all but one, it wasn’t noticeable that he didn’t feel the same, he looked the same as any of the other soldiers packed into the small trench overlooking the river. He wore the same uniform, his face looked no different and if anything he looked more eager to fight than some of the others. The thing was that the man, who called himself at the present time Gerwazy, which meant Warrior in Polish, just in all simplicity, just loved soldiering.But he was going to be damned if not loving the country he was about to fight for stopped him from doing what he loved and a few of the raw, nervous soldiers stared at him, some in amasement some in awe, at the fact that he was smiling and every so often a soft melody would depart from his lips, and the whistling, astonishingly had an encouraging affect upon some of the soldiers and the Polish national anthem was soon being sung, by proud, determined, unwavering and then the tanks broke out of the woods on the oppsite side of the river. They enemy tank force consisted mainly of Panzerkampfwagen I’s but a few Panzerkampfwagen II’s were intemingled with them but were undistinguishable from a distance. The Polish troops were ordered to load their weapons and there was a commotion of rifles being rustled and simoultaneously they were cocked asn prepared aswere a few machine guns along the trench. The Polish soldiers stared defiantly at the approaching army of metal which they knew, brought death. Officers checked their watches and stared at one another as they slowly put whistles towrds their lips, the crisp shrill from the whistles pierced the summers air and could be heard above the racket produced by the tanks. The Poles ascended out of the trenches slowly and led by the officers on the second whistle, admist cheers of “Long Live Polski” they charged, over the bridge, across the soft grass towards the mass of tanks. Rifles, bullets and bayonets rushed bravely to meet machine guns, shells and steel. Then the tanks opened fire!
Gerwazy charged at the tanks, oblivious to the bullets whistling around his ears and the men around him falling as they were struck by bullets from the tanks machine guns, all he rembered thinking was ‘how much this resembled a ww1 charge’, but he soon stopped thinking as the man infront of him was ripped apart by bullets and blood splattered his uniform, but he was luckily unharmed and he looked around him quickly and saw that his ‘Komrades’ were already half the number they had started with, and the numbers quickly diminished as they neared the tanks. The rumble got nearer and Gerwazy could see the men inside their tanks, he pulled out a grenade and with a large adrenaline rush dived infont of an oncoming tank, the occupant of the vehcile thinking that he had perished beneath their tracks carried on. But Gerwazy lay down as flat as he could, with his face in the ground as the tank rattled over him and as it slowly past him he sprung up, the grenade now primed was thrown through the firing slit of another tank which was behind the first. A muffled explosion sounded from the belly of the ‘metal beast’ and flesh soared out of the firing slit, landing on the churned up grass, edmitting steam as it lay their. Gerwazy who had flung himslef onto the muddy grass, so as to not be caught by flying debris from the tank stood up and pulled out another grenade. The tank hich had trundled over him was only a little way away and as he ran to it, the other Panzer’s watched in fury as they couldn’t elevate their guns low enough to aim at him and watched in horror as he leapt upon the tank and toppled the grenaded down the opened hatch, before leaping off. Another exolosion ringed his eardrums and that was two tanks now steaming on the hot summers day. Sweat poured down his face and he breathed heavily. He lay on the floor, facewards, pretending to be dead, hoping the other tanks would pass him unoticed but to his dismay a Panzerkampfwagen I halted a few metres away from him, and as he adjusted his head slighlty to get a better view, he saw a Panzer commander climb out from his vehcile and cautiously descend to the grass were he produced a luger and crept towards him. Gerwazy stopped breathing and lay as silent as he could, the luger wielding German was now only a few inches away. The german crouched down by him and pressed the pistol against Gerwazy’s face, trying to make him roll over. He soon lost his patience though and let the luger drop as he went to use both of his hands to turn Gerwazy over. Then it happened in a flash, within a few seconds, Gerwazy had swung his rifle into the mans face knocking him off balance and then as the German lay immobolised on the floor he rammed the bayonet into his belly twice, and kicked him in the head for good measure. One of the crewman from the dying Germans Crew, arose from the hatch, lugar in hand and pulled the trigger casuing a few rather sporadic shots which just flicked up the turf aroubnd Gerwazy’s boots and before he could get off another round Gerwazy quickly aimed and with a precision shot ended the mans life, who toppled back into the tank letting off a pistol shot which entered the gunner in the back of the head, who slumped forward dead, letting off a burst from his machine gun. Gerwazy then pressed home the advantage and leapt upon the tanks bonnet and peered into the hatch to see the driver of the vehicle hold his hands up for surrender, the bayonet glinted as the sun caught on the metal and the driver gave out a cry which was checked by a wave of blood puring from his mouth and he also died.
The Polish attack had faultred now and Gerwalzy stood alone, he sat upon the bonnet of the tank and watched, with satisfaction, as the German Panzer Commander slowly died, his guts lay strewn on the floor next to him and he tried in vain to stuff them back into his swollen belly, but his hands were too slippery with blood and as he groped them they ran through his fingers like hot butter. He gave a cry and stared at his tormentor who grinned back and rubed his belly with a sincere smile, laughing at the mans predicament. The commander looked back at his belly, and screamed as he saw hundreds of blue and greenish flies swarming into his wound, licking up the sweet, nausieaiting, intestines and the comamnder went to throw up but the motion which was supposed to to come from his mouth, ejected out of his wound with a fresh torrent of blood which flowed from his belly. The man dided shortly after and Gereazy watched from a distance as the nemy tank force enialated the Polish defences. He heard a rumble from behind him and turned to see a dozen German Military Opel truck coming towards him.
