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Soviet political reports of the high Stalinist period were evidently written in accordance with formulas for which historians of the Warsaw Rising have not yet discovered the key. It may be, given the terrible purges of the late 1930s, that the authors were so petrified by the deadly consequences of expressing honest opinions, that they deliberately resorted to writing nonsense. It is more likely that they were constrained to operate within rigid political and ideological conventions, and that all individual or divergent comments had to be cloaked in phrases and devices whose purpose remains largely unintelligible to the uninitiated. What on earth was Comrade Telegin doing, one might ask, when he told Moscow that Gen. Berling had once been in the Home Army and that his commission had been arranged by Stalin? At one level, he was talking patent claptrap, even if he had mistaken the Home Army for the pre-war Polish Army. Yet at another level, simply by associating Berling with the great Stalin, he was doing Berling a huge favour; and by throwing the Home Army into
the package, he could have been hinting that the AK was not too bad either. In the context of Berling’s dispute with the Polish Communists, it does begin to look less idiotic. In the meantime, one may be sure that nothing written by Telegin or Serov was conducive to a more magnanimous stance towards the outside world. Nothing they said would have speeded a compromise with Premier Mick. International negotiations were not within their remit.

In the best of times, it is no simple matter first to arrange the separation of two bitterly bloodied armies and then to negotiate an orderly surrender. To do so in the middle of a ruined city full of desperate civilians, and in conditions where one party had been committing mass atrocities for months, required supreme nerve and judgement.
SS-Ogruf.
von dem Bach seemed to assume that the Home Army negotiators would simply click their heels and accept his dictates. They did nothing of the sort. They might well have submitted to exhaustion, to the apparent hopelessness of their plight, to the strains of bilingual exchanges or to the hostile environment of von dem Bach’s headquarters. Instead they performed as resolutely at the bargaining table as on the barricades.

The start of proceedings was necessarily ragged. In two or three places, AK commanders had been forced into a local truce or surrender, which Monter was then obliged to disavow. And the first round of general talks, on 29 September, got nowhere. Von dem Bach chose to present his terms in the form of an ultimatum. If they weren’t taken up immediately, he blustered, the city would be annihilated together with everyone in it. Since he had been failing to do this for weeks, he cut no ice. [
CEASEFIRE
, p. 424]

That evening, a decisive meeting of the Home Army Command was convened in the wrecked General Telephone building on Pius XI Street. The chief negotiator, Lt.Col. Zyndram, reported on his earlier exchanges with von dem Bach. Gen. Monter summarized the state of his troops with maximum optimism – ‘morale exemplary’, ‘defensive positions good’, ‘ammunition and weapons generally satisfactory, sufficient for several days’ intensive fighting’, ‘food supplies critical’. He foresaw that his soldiers would only lose heart if the civilian population were evacuated without them.

There followed a powerful speech from the Chief Government Delegate, offering the opposite opinion:

CEASEFIRE

A soldier of the Parasol Battalion is surprised by the silence of the ceasefire

2 October.
The square in front of the Polytechnic is empty and quiet. I spent several hours watching the site from our vantage points: on the right, the main entrance to the Polytechnic, and straight ahead the hospital buildings occupied by the Germans. Further away, a small chapel where before the Rising candles used to be lit. On our side barricaded houses.

This peace is deceptive. Next to the Polytechnic and the hospital, the Germans have grouped machine guns in bunkers that keep the square in crossfire. But now it is quiet. Strange things are taking place. On the German side a group of officers enters the square with a white flag. On our side, a group of people come forward with a white rug attached to a stick: a mixture of officers and civilians. They walk across the square with the Germans and disappear round the corner . . .

3 October.
The ceasefire has been agreed for sure. We have the details. It has been officially confirmed that we are Allied soldiers. We shall leave with our guns and banners. We are to be solely under the Wehrmacht’s control; prisoners of war according to the Geneva Convention. Unbelievable . . .

Weird atmosphere in our unit. The remains of the food supplies were handed out for a decent meal. The unit’s cash has been distributed. I’ve ended up with 1,500 zloties. We were also promised some American dollars, but it never happened. The guns are the major problem. We have to hand them to the Germans. I can’t contemplate saying goodbye to my Sten. I imagined the end would be different . . .

I talk to my colleagues about it . . . If we surrender without the guns they will think we have hidden them and might persecute us. One of my colleagues has a completely different view: those who are caught with guns are going to be shot dead. Eventually I buried my Sten with its magazine in a basement. And one of my colleagues presented me with an old pre-war gun with no lock.

We have to get ready for our march into captivity. I attach a small potato sack to my nice leather braces as a makeshift rucksack. It previously held hand grenades. It’s not easy to find a blanket but I managed to get a warm sweater, and I bought a decent overcoat with my 1,500 zloties. Most importantly I have my silver spoon. You never know when some soup will come a soldier’s way . . .
1

Preparing to join the evacuees, General Boor’s adjutant meets people already thinking of the future

Everyone was preparing to leave. They were going into the unknown. [But] walking through the ruins, I met a colleague, Stanislas D., who was a town planner by profession. ‘Call on me tomorrow,’ he said, ‘I have something for you.’

Next day, I went to his house, and found another planner there, Casimir M. I saw how the two of them were already thinking of the city’s restoration. Casimir, on a large sheet of paper, was sketching out the residential district of Muranov to be built on the ruins of the Ghetto. And Stan handed me a draft of
Outlines of a Programme for Warsaw’s Reconstruction
, which he had knocked out on a surviving typewriter. I was surprised by the precision of his formulations, and by his unbreakable belief. The draft had been composed amidst the smouldering rubble of destruction. He gave it me, because he did not know for whom he had written it, but thought it might be useful. I remember thinking – how good to be a planner.
2

Further fighting has no sense. It’s madness. Politically, we have achieved a great deal. Yet, since we have not received the assistance expected, we should save what is most dear to us, namely, the biological substance of the nation. This is all the more important because the whole cultural and scientific elite of society is concentrated in Warsaw. We won’t be able to salvage much from the fabric of the capital, which as Gen. von dem Bach assures us, will become the scene of battles between the Germans and the Soviets. So we should aim to save our people at least. I am in favour of ending the struggle.
176

The phrase ‘the biological substance of the nation’ passed into legend.

Summing up, Gen. Boor concluded that negotiations should resume, especially on civilian issues, but that no final commitment should be made. (Shortly afterwards, the large AK group in the Kampinos Forest surrendered unilaterally. On the 30th, the northern enclave followed suit.) Yet, from the purely military point of view, much remained that could be defended. A quarter of the Home Army’s personnel was still active. They could be counted on to obey orders to the last. The principal insurgent enclave, in the City Centre, though much diminished, was still 2 or 3 miles square. Even if the German attacks were redoubled, and German progress
were accelerated, the last insurgent strongpoints were not going to be reduced in a couple of days or even a couple of weeks.

One such strongpoint was typical of scores of others. Set up in mid-August by Capt. ‘Roman’, the hero of the battle for the east–west throughfare, it occupied the former post-office building in a corner of the main station. For six weeks, it had defied all German attempts to storm it. It was only going to be knocked out if and when a special task-force armed with heavy equipment, explosives, and flamethrowers could find the time to give it their undivided attention.

The resumption of talks took place in two stages. First, one group of negotiators arranged a truce that came into effect after the 1st. During this meeting, a witness reported how Gen. Källner, the commander of the 19th Panzer Division, had ‘barked as only a Prussian can bark’.
177
Finally, at 8 a.m. on the 2nd, the Home Army’s main delegation under Col. ‘Anthony’ headed off to the crucial confrontation with their German counterparts. Bargaining lasted all day. Von dem Bach started a long monologue, describing himself as ‘an incurable optimist’ for judging the Poles capable of making a realistic agreement. He was more convincing when he announced that no assistance could be expected from Rokossovsky. The Germans were most concerned to prevent the insurgents from going back on any arrangement agreed. They demanded immediate disarmament, demolition of barricades, and destruction of ammunition. They would not budge on their demand for the complete removal of the entire population.

Col. Anthony’s team, in contrast, were most concerned to close all the loopholes whereby the German side might evade their obligations. So, point by point, hour by hour, the text was hammered out. Anthony insisted, for example, that if all civilians were to leave, they must be properly cared for and not be subject to any form of collective punishment. He also held out until the right of combatant status, which was being offered to the Home Army, had been extended to all insurgent formations, including the AL, the PAL, and the NSZ. In short, the capitulation agreement was to exclude all Nazi-style discrimination. It was finally signed at 2 a.m. on 3 October – in the early hours of the sixty-fourth day of the insurgency.

Even before the capitulation was signed, Gen. Boor had made his dispositions. He sent his last report by radio to London. He then addressed his subordinate commanders throughout the country:

  1. In Warsaw, further battles have no chance of success. I have decided to end them. The terms of capitulation guarantee
    combatant status for the soldiers and humane treatment for the civilian population. I myself must enter captivity together with my soldiers.
  2. As my successor in conspiratorial work, I appoint citizen Bear Cub.
  3. Operation Tempest should now be limited to a minimum, the main effort being directed to the self-defence of the people.
  4. I thank all soldiers of the Home Army for their toil, effort and fraternity for the good of the cause. I am confident that all Home Army troops will fulfil their soldierly duty to the end, faithful to the standard of the Polish Republic. I believe that by generous sacrifice of blood, we shall win through to victory and to the freedom of the homeland.
    178

The last shot of the Rising was fired in the evening of 2 October. German sources recorded it at 20.00 hours Berlin Time. The Home Army, which had been running since 1939 on pre-war Warsaw Time, put it at 19.00 hours. Nothing introduced by the Nazi occupation, not even the clocks, was regarded as valid.

Many tears were shed, and many bitter lines composed, on the news of Warsaw’s fall. ‘The fate of the world’, ran one such line, ‘has been written in the fate of one city.’
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[
VERSES
, p. 428]

Almost all accounts of the Rising say that it lasted for sixty-three days. Historians conventionally count the period from the outbreak on 1 August to the final shot on 2 October.

Yet the story did not end there. Though firing had stopped, several organs of the insurrectionary authorities continued to function. On 3 October, the Homeland Council of Ministers published its final appeal
To the Polish Nation
. It bitterly denounced the lack of effective aid from abroad. Parallel statements were issued by Gen. Boor, by the Warsaw Command of the AK, and by the Chaplain of the Warsaw District. A German transmitter, masquerading as the AK’s Radio Lightning, sowed confusion in a broadcast which proposed that the Home Army’s biggest mistake was to have put their trust in the Soviets. ‘The Home Army entered agreements with those Asiatics quite unnecessarily,’ it declared. There had been no such agreements. On 4 October, Gen. Monter issued his orders to the Special Battalion, which was to stay behind to keep order during the evacuation. Radio Lightning made its final broadcast; and the last issue of the
Information Bulletin
, nr. 102, appeared. ‘The battle is finished’, it wrote. ‘From the blood that has been shed, from the common toil and misery, from the pains of our bodies and souls, a new Poland will arise – free, strong, and great.’ On Thursday 5 October, the order to leave was then given to the Home Army’s 36th and 72nd Infantry Regiments, together with the staffs of the AK Command, of the Warsaw District, and of the Warsaw Corps. Gen. Monter took the salute at a farewell parade amid the towering ruins. Sixty-six days had passed since ‘L-Hour’ on ‘V-Day’. ‘L’ had stood for Liberation. There was no Liberation.

VERSES

The Rising inspires a fulsome flood of verses and poetry

Warsaw! We shall join you again,
Marching in when the present bloody glare
Gives way to a golden sunset
And our battles are ended
. . . .
The rumble of tanks and the blast of shells
Will silently yield to words of joy
As we, the soldiers of Fort Mokotov,
Conclude our final fight.

9.8.44
1

Why does London keep playing that mournful dirge
When we at last enjoy a long-awaited holiday?
Girls are fighting here alongside the boys;
Children fight: as the blood flows joyfully.

Hello! Warsaw calling! Heart of Poland here!
Please cut that funereal song from your programme.
We have spirit enough for you and for ourselves;
We ask for no applause: only for ammunition!
2

I know that Warsaw will sometime reawake.
I know that Warsaw, so completely destroyed
That birds no longer wheel above the ruins,
Has not perished. She is just cruelly wounded,
Lost in thought, in a terrible, deathless stubbornness.
3
We shall not rise again, but you will not die.
The song will carry you away, the legend preserve you.
You will float into history, O Home Army,
In a storm of praise.
4
What could you have thought, women of Warsaw –
Mother, wife, daughter, sister, and shield of a German tank?
That the barricade is very close:
That it hides your son or husband:
That it’s dark before your eyes and slippery underfoot:
That one moment of great pain
Will redeem an ocean of guilt:
That it will buy freedom with blood
Sealed with the sign of the cross.
. . . .
For they ordered us to shoot,
Since we have very little strength left after five years
And only a drop of water and a crust of bread
Though much hope remains
And with that hope a corner of heaven.
For freedom is near after those five years.
They say that it’s right here, just across the river,
That help has been promised.
. . . .
Even so, those women perished,
And every stone bleeds from their wounds.
5
Between the shell which hit your forehead
And the flash that blinded your pale poet’s eyes,
How many eras did you survive?
(You knew, you were a God-bearer)
Did you meet your mother’s hand or smile
Or perhaps the shadow of the woods by the Narev?
How long it lasts, how long it hurts
That short moment when the world is impoverished!
How harshly the screech of the strings
Cuts into the hearts of those poor people.
6
Armless invalids of the age!
We lived through the terrors of war and peace.
Deformed spirits, we crawl on our crutches,
And time tips salt into the wounds,
Causing them to bleed constantly
With fresh sorrow.
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