As the first bomb fell in 1939


Kids stayed home on September first.

Hide. I can hear the planes.

As the basement leaked gaciating air...

I hold my baby. He shivers.

White noise gone, baby weeps, unaweare.

Silence ignites flames; soldier locates pacifier.

No son will forget bleeding Westerplatte.


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