Written by Jagoda Urban-Klaehn Wednesday, 01 February 2006 17:00
This is the next part, very adventurous, of the memoirs of Franciszek Gwiozdzik, who served, as all Silesians had to serve, in the Wehrmacht during the World War II.
I had good luck again! Something happened that I would remember for the rest of my life. It was Friday, June 30, 1944. A telephone message came to our commander that "Kanionier (bombardier) Franz Gwiozdzik is to be ready to go at 8 A.M., in full uniform, to report to the regiment command post." I tried to learn what this was about, but I learned only that a supply car would take me to the regiment headquarters.