Warsaw, 1939

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The pounding of gunfire filled the gunfire filled the air. We were huddled in the wet trenches of Warsaw, the enemy quickly closing in on us. We hurried to a nearby building and took refuge inside. As we were huddled in the cold, damp basement, we felt safe. But we had let our guard down. Suddenly, heavy footsteps stomped on the floor above, they had found us. They opened fire. We scurried across the rubble. I  was lucky enough to live, however, while we were hiding we realized we were cornered. The enemy entered the room and we had to surrender...

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