Warsaw is on fire. Warsaw - bombarded constantly from the air and from the ground - is turning into rubble. We have no light, no water, no food. Sixty thousand dead, one hundred thousand wounded – this is the result of the terrible fury of the invader.
Today the Germans fired ten wagons of ammunition at Warsaw. You can shoot ten times more and you won't capture Warsaw anyway, because nothing can break the spirit of our resistance.
For the last time, I appeal to our allies. I'm not asking for help anymore. It's too late for that. I demand revenge. For burnt churches, destroyed monuments, tears, and blood of innocently murdered people, for the torment of those torn apart by bombs, for those burnt by the fire of phosphorus shells, strangled in collapsed shelters and cellars. And you, criminals and barbarians, who have attacked our country with fire and death, know that there is justice, that there is a court before which we must all stand to take responsibility for our actions. Let all the radio stations, and especially the French stations that hear us, repeat to the whole world: Warsaw is defending itself, Warsaw is fighting. Poland has not yet perished!
There's barely any news. Nothing is heard from Warsaw, London reports that Warsaw is defending itself and that Dęblin is also still defending itself. A French statement says that several aircraft are lost (it is not known how many).
I left the barn at 4 a.m. and was walking in the field till 6. I got so cold that I couldn't do anything with my legs. Eichhorn and Zarębski got up. We had cocoa for breakfast, made by Zarębski, and we moved on. We reached Zamość around 9 a.m.
We entered the market square. It was freezing. Eichhorn met his friends, including Mr. Korngold. We made our way towards the market and saw Soviet tanks already stationed there. It was a sad sight. For the first time, I saw the beautiful Zamość market square and its even more beautiful town hall with a red flag flying on its tower.
In the evening, Soviet infantry entered the city. Local communist organizations greeted them with banners.
We lack all the necessities of life: bread, water, gas, electricity; and it goes without saying that such "luxuries" as meat, butter, and milk are unobtainable at any price. Our days are taken up with one pursuit-to hide from death.
They buried General von Fritsch here this morning. It rained, it was cold and dark - one of the dreariest days I can remember in Berlin. Hitler did not show up, nor Ribbentrop, nor Himmler, though they all returned to Berlin from the front this afternoon. The official death notices in the papers omitted the usual "Died for Fuhrer" and said only: "Died for the Fatherland." See more
Yesterday after Goebbels had finished fuming, some of us correspondents gathered in the street outside and concluded that Fritsch was either shot by order of Himmler, his mortal enemy, or was so disgusted with life and the state to which Hitler had led Germany (disgusted perhaps too at the senseless slaughter by German bombs and shells of the women and children in Warsaw?) that he deliberately sought to be killed; that is, committed suicide. What, we asked, was a general of his rank doing in the front line outside of Warsaw, where the snipers have been picking off German troops at an alarming rate? Actually, I hear, he was killed while advancing with a small detachment of scouts up a street in a suburb across the Vistula from the capital. A curious thing for Germany's greatest modern military figure to be doing.
Huge, almost kilometre-long queues gather in front of the German police headquarters from the crack of dawn, as soon as the curfew ends, waiting for their passes to go home.
In the city, there is an announcement written in some badly-written language that the area to the east of the Bug and San is already occupied and that “the return on the Vistula is forbidden.”
Heavy bombardment of Warsaw from the air and the Germans announce that they will destroy the capital. Nevertheless, we are determined to fight in defence of the honour of Poland.
The war at sea opened with some intensity. All our ships were going about the world in the ordinary way, when they were set upon by lurking U-boats, carefully posted beforehand. First, we set in motion the convoy system. This could be very quickly done for all outgoing ships, but it took a fortnight to organise from the other end the convoys of homeward-bound ships.
Our second reply to the U-boat attack is to arm all our merchant vessels and fast liners with defensive armament against both the U-boat and the aeroplane. For a fortnight past armed ships have been continually leaving the harbours of this island in large numbers. Some go in convoy, some go independently.
Our third reply is, of course, the British attack upon the U-boats. This is being delivered with the utmost vigour and intensity. It is a strange experience to me to sit at the Admiralty again, after a quarter of a century, and to find myself moving over the same course, against the same enemy, and in the same months of the year — the sort of thing that one would hardly expect to happen.
I saw what quiet courage and admirable vigor animated our soldiers. I felt, in the midst of them, their father and their comrade. I watched them with tenderness and with pride. They know why they are fighting.
They are fighting because the war was imposed on us by Germany, because for three years, its devouring ambition did not leave Europe a single day of security. They want to be done with a system of threats and incessant alerts. We have had to resort to the mobilization of our forces three times in one year, tearing the peasant from his land, paralyzing economic life and disrupting households. They fight because they do not want France to be crushed under the regime of terror and moral degradation that Hitler's domination is already imposing upon so many deceived and martyred peoples. This reign of terror has existed for years in Germany. It has already fallen on Austria and Czechoslovakia; today, it is falling on Poland.
My son is in captivity in [Cieszanów] – where the whole division surrendered. A lot of prisoners were brought in (battles near Tomaszów), officers have gathered in the courtyard of the barracks at Mazowiecka Street, where our ladies bring them food and underwear.
Warsaw is defending itself. Vice President Klimecki in the Montelupich Prison is said to have flu. Life has become still, grey and sad. Foul weather.
In the evening, after supper, General Sikorski came with Stroński. We discussed the matter of the presidency. Everyone agreed to refuse any cooperation with Wieniawa. It was much more difficult to reach an agreement on a different candidacy. Stroński proposed Paderewski, General Sikorski was thinking about himself.
I'm meeting Lagerberg at Minister Richert's breakfast. He has just arrived by train from Bucharest, and will immediately go to Stockholm. He is pale and shaken up, but he looks healthy. He has had an exhausting time, as full of anxiety and tension as I have. The bombardment of Krzemieniec was terrible. He crossed the Romanian border with a large part of the Polish government. He is convinced that the commander-in-chief, Rydz-Śmigly, has escaped across the Romanian border. More likely, the Marshal had no choice. He would be taken prisoner by the Russians.
No news about the situation. There's still no water. Not a word about bread. At night – loud gunfire.
We make war because we do not want France to be enslaved. For her salvation, we will put all our strength into action. We will continue to take all internal measures, disciplinary, economic, so that the whole country participates in the common effort. We will not allow some to enrich themselves while others give their blood. We are calm and resolute. We are not haunted, like our enemies, by the fear of a long war. We think of but one thing: total victory. This victory, we will consider won only when we can build peace on a solid foundation, only when we can finally grant France the complete security that Hitler’s schemes have denied it for three years.
The alliance between Moscow and Berlin is a monstrous union against the letter and spirit of our pact. It is anti-Rome and anti-Catholic. It is a return to barbarism, which it is our historic function to resist with every weapon and by every means. But will it be possible for us to do so? Or has not the outcome already been tragically decided?