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Marek and I walk around the area until the end of our watch. Calm and quiet. At eleven I go to bed and sleep like a log.


When I went to my coffee merchant to buy a fully legitimate quarter-kilo of coffee, I found a notice on the door: ‘Closed. Sold out for today.’

It’s Children’s Day today, and dear me, what a day for it! I took Karin up to the park this afternoon and that was when I saw the official notice that all men born in 1898 [Sture’s year of birth] would be called up. I tried to read the newspaper while Karin went on the slide but I couldn’t, I just sat there with tears rising in my throat.

People look pretty much as usual, only a bit more gloomy. Everybody talks about the war all the time, even people who don’t know each other.


Armored Reconnaissance Battalion 3 had reached the Vistula during the night. At the farm of Poledno, near Schweiz, it had unfortunately through carelessness sustained considerable officer casualties. The main body of the 3rd Panzer Division was split into two by the Brahe and during the morning the Poles attacked the units on the eastern bank. It was noon before a counterattack could be launched and the division could continue its fighting advance through the woods. The 23rd Infantry Division followed behind the 3rd Panzer Division by means of forced marches. Both the motorized infantry divisions were making good progress across the Tuchel Heath.


An alarm at five in the morning. Fog, cold. I rush to the headquarters. Everyone gathers around. We talk; some jokes are told and we laugh. We wait for four hours. Shots and explosions can be heard in the distance. Finally, it's over.

I want to wash myself and take off my shirt, but there is a new alarm. This time we can see the airplanes and also little trails of smoke from the bullets shot at them. The explosions are getting closer. We go down to the shelter. There are several girls there, and the atmosphere turns gay. I even imitate Hitler's speech. Meanwhile, two German planes have been shot down, and a third is being chased by bullets.

After the alarm, people coming from the city say that a bomb horribly destroyed a house on Bandurskiego Street. Bombs were also dropped on the Kaliska railway station and the Julianow district.

I can finally wash myself. While I'm washing my legs there is a new alarm, but I don't care. I keep washing and dress calmly. After the raid I shave.



Not counting yesterday's air raid life is proceeding more or less normally. People go to their offices, coffee places, shopping. Nearly all the government departments and municipal offices paid their employees three months worth advance, giving the society purchasing power. On the other hand business has been strongly disrupted, bills are not settled and nobody can change money.


At night I sit on duty. A district liaison officer comes to us and says that some lights have been seen in one of the apartment buildings. We watch it closely, but don't see anything. The officer is as surprised as we are.


It is decided that Commander Marczewski will go upstairs and, on the pretext of having noticed a light from the street, will open a door from one room to the other so that those staying in the park will be able to tell if the light coming through the door is the one that was seen before by the police. To be certain that this is Marczewski, he is supposed to give a signal with his green flashlight. Commander Marczewski accomplished the task assigned to him, but it turned out that the light that came through the door was dim, while the one that had been seen before had been bright and had flashed clearly for the purpose of signaling. The problem was becoming more and more intriguing and disturbing.


Order from above: Only attack the Westerplatte again when outlook for success is certain! - Good!

Drove to II Army Corps [Strauss], to the 32nd Division [Boehme] and to the 69th Infantry Regiment. Splendid march performances by the troops on the worst roads. Morale outstanding: warm welcome.


Today, the air raid was not as intense as yesterday afternoon. The hoarse Polish “Fryderyk” kept the staff running to the basement shelter and back with its repeated, moaning “ooweeee”. In the evening, bridge with Widén of the Match Monopoly. It is difficult to drive a car through darkened streets with blue paper glued over the headlights, but it is possible. At Widén’s we listened to news from England and Sweden. I suppose tomorrow the governments in London and Paris will declare war. Their hesitation so far is probably caused by the last preparations, like the evacuation of London, and so forth.


Brauchitsch spoke to me by telephone; positions in agreement: "Fast forces to East Prussia, then strong eastern wing!" At last they have made up their minds.

England and France continue to threaten.

We contemplate quickly sending forces to East Prussia. Order to 3rd Army [Küchler] to construct as quickly as possible a bridge near Mewe from the material stockpiled in East Prussia for that purpose. The second heavy bridge equipage is to be towed via Marienburg as far as possible toward the Nogat; the third is on the rails ready to be moved.


A sad, sad day! I read the war announcements and felt sure Sture would be called up but he turned out not to be, in the end. Countless others have got to leave home and report for duty, though. We’re in a state of ‘intensified war readiness’. The amount of stockpiling is unbelievable, according to the papers. People are mainly buying coffee, toilet soap, household cleaning soap and spices. There’s apparently enough sugar in the country to last us 15 months, but if nobody can resist stocking up we’ll have a shortage anyway. At the grocer’s there wasn’t a single kilo of sugar to be had (but they’re expecting more in, of course).


My brain is full of the chatterings of the radio from both sides. The German broadcast in the Polish language prates propaganda. Each side accuses the other of every abominable act in the world. Each side considers itself to be righteous and the other murderous, destructive, and bent on plunder. This time, as an exception to the general rule, both speak the truth. It is true - both sides are murderers, destroyers, and plunderers, ready to commit any abomination in the world. If you want to know the character of any nation, ask the Jews. They know the character of every nation.

The hour is fateful. If a new world arises, the sacrifices and troubles and hardships will be worthwhile. Let us hope that Nazism will be destroyed completely, that it will fall and never rise again. But our hearts tremble at the future ... what will be our destiny?


Yesterday Herr Forster who, on 23rd August, had, in contravention of the Danzig constitution, become the head of the State, decreed the incorporation of Danzig in the Reich and the dissolution of the Constitution. Herr Hitler was asked to give effect to this decree by German law. At a meeting of the Reichstag yesterday morning a law was passed for the reunion of Danzig with the Reich. The international status of Danzig as a Free City is established by a treaty of which His Majesty's Government are a signatory, and the Free City was placed under the protection of the League of Nations. The rights given to Poland in Danzig by treaty are defined and confirmed by agreement concluded between Danzig and Poland. The action taken by the Danzig authorities and the Reichstag yesterday is the final step in the unilateral repudiation of these international instruments, which could only be modified by negotiation. His Majesty's Government do not, therefore, recognise either the validity of the grounds on which the action of the Danzig authorities was based, the validity of this action itself, or of the effect given to it by the German Government.


The hour is fateful. If a new world arises, the sacrifices and troubles and hardships will be worthwhile. Let us hope that Nazism will be destroyed completely, that it will fall and never rise again. But our hearts tremble at the future ... what will be our destiny?