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Original subtitles
Westerplatte -
 
a peninsula located at the mouth of the Port of Gdansk.
 
A small piece of land, 2 km long by 500 m wide.
 
In the nineteenth century, it served as a holiday resort,
 
with a beach and a restaurant.
 
As a result of the Treaty of Versailles,
 
ending World War I, land that once belonged to the Third Reich
 
became the Free City of Gdansk.
 
Westerplatte was later granted exclusively to Poland.
 
Until 1939, on the Polish part of the peninsula,
 
a Military Transit Depot received
 
overseas shipments of uniforms
 
and military equipment.
 
Hello, Colonel.
 
Good timing, I'm just about to have dinner. Please...
 
I can't believe what I'm hearing.
 
I'll repeat it once more.
 
This morning, our Commander-in-Chief ordered
 
troops to back General Skwarczynski from the south.
 
What does that mean for us?
 
You know full well, Henry.
 
Say it.
 
Alright.
 
If we go to war, no one will back us up.
 
You are to hold out for 12 hours.
 
Not 6, but 12.
 
Why not 16?
 
Or 24'? Talk!
 
Relax.
 
Commander-in-Chiefs orders.
 
The situation is not good.
 
This can happen at any time.
 
You of all people should understand.
 
We're fighting for our honour...
 
and for Gdansk.
 
Polish Gdansk.
 
I'm supposed to fight for Gdansk, against Hitler, with 200 soldiers.
 
They're afraid if war breaks out, the Skwarczynski division will be cutoff.
 
You are to hold out for 12 hours and that's that.
 
And later...
 
Later, you can make any decision. Anything you want.
 
Now, give me your word...
 
that this stays between us.
 
No one at the base must know.
 
It could hurt morale. You understand.
 
You have my word.
 
I have to go.
 
Where are you going in that outfit, to a wedding or a funeral?
 
A funeral.
 
It's the last day of August.
 
Looks like it's going to be a beautiful autumn.
 
See you later.
 
Take care of yourselves. See you later.
 
Kuba.
 
What's going on?
 
The Germans blocked Gdansk and our medical transport
 
Mietek is going crazy, saying that if something happens
 
we won't have any medicine. Otherwise, we're set and ready.
 
If they start with us, they'll definitely regret it.
 
My dearest,
 
though time is short, I found a second to write a few words.
 
I'll star! with myself.
 
I'm healthy, as are my subordinates.
 
Dear sister, I know that you are alone with mom. it must be tough.
 
Worse yet, with our brother away, too.
 
Bu! you mus! cope.
 
The neighbours will help.
 
War hasn't yet broken out, but it's closing in. Will it come?
 
We don'! know. However, if it does...
 
you all know we must fight and win.
 
Then, God willing, we will finally have...
 
peace.
 
For now, we must all fulfill our duties.
 
We over here, and you over there. That will be best.
 
So... stay calm, as is expected from good Polish women...
 
I can hear! Sound the alarm!
 
At last...
 
it's started.
 
The fortress has been breached!
 
When they enter our area, fight, Gryczman. With precision!
 
Only with precision, Captain!
 
Take up your positions!!! Quickly!!!
 
Quickly!
 
Take up your positions!
 
Quickly!
 
What'd I just say?! Take up your positions!
 
Stand up!
 
Get ready! Wait!
 
I said, wait!
 
You'll go when the shelling dies down. Understood? That's an order!!
 
Turn off those bells. That's enough!
 
Follow me!!!
 
Take the cannon through the woods. You won't get there by road.
 
Maybe we'll try, running? In the woods we'll get stuck.
 
Through the woods!!
 
Everyone, take up your positions!
 
Positions! One, two... one, two!
 
Westerplatte, September 1, 1939
 
It's 4:55 a.m.
 
We've been attacked by the Germans.
 
Give it by code.
 
Run! Run!
 
Hurry! Hurry!
 
- Fire at my command. - Fire at explicit command!
 
Pass it on.
 
Fire!!!
 
Get it in position.
 
Let's go, let's go!
 
Canon in position, waiting to shoot.
 
Waiting for permission to fire.
 
Fire... God willing.
 
Machine gun in the lighthouse window.
 
Gunsight 400 m.
 
Grenade, standard ammo, detonator with a short fuse.
 
Fire!
 
Cease fire!
 
Cease fire!
 
Relax!
 
CKM nest is in the granary on the first floor.
 
Gunsight 600 m.
 
Grenade...
 
Forward.
 
No! Stop!
 
Has our message to higher command been sent? Any reply?
 
- Message sent, but no reply. - What's on the radio?
 
Gdansk is saying that war has broken out,
 
and that Forster joined Freedom City to the Reich.
 
And Warsaw?
 
That's all.
 
Attention, this is Warsaw and all Polish Radio broadcasts.
 
Today at 5:40 a.m. German troops crossed the Polish border,
 
breaching its non-aggression pact. Enemy planes are bombarding many cities.
 
Stay tuned for a special announcement.
 
As of today... it's war!
 
AN matters and issues are to be postponed.
 
Our public and private lives will take a different path.
 
Poles mus! unite and fight the German invaders.
 
Poland is the first to firmly say "No" to Hitler,
 
and Poland will be the first to stop Hitler.
 
We will not give up Gdansk and the Polish coast. We won't give in.
 
We'll finally give these bastards what they deserve!
 
For all those times we were humiliated!
 
Don't fire yet.
 
Fire!
 
Quickly, quickly! This way with the crutches.
 
Connect me with the ferry.
 
Pajak, sir.
 
Back everyone up to sector one.
 
- But Major... - That's an order, Lieutenan๏ฌ!
 
Yes, sir.
 
Leon!
 
Quickly!
 
Faster! Faster!
 
Assume positions.
 
Wait!
 
Wait, fire at my command!
 
At my command!
 
Fire!
 
Kuba.
 
We have many casualties. Three dead, three seriously wounded,
 
a few slightly, one MIA. - MIA'?
 
Soon, we might have to classify him as dead.
 
This is no place for a "know-it-all" village doctor.
 
We need a clinic, a surgeon.
 
A team. - What are you talking about?
 
Lieutenant Leon Pajak... that's a very serious injury.
 
His crotch is torn, and everything that belongs to a man is in pieces.
 
There's not much I can do.
 
Under these conditions, there's danger of gangrene.
 
Major...
 
Kuba, I'll do what I can but please understand
 
that we must get him to the hospital. - Mietek!
 
If you can tell me how, you'll get a medal for the idea.
 
American?
 
They threw it off some boat, in August.
 
WELCOME DEATH CREW
 
- So, did you find him? - Major, we couldn't find him.
 
- He can't have disappeared. Damn it! - We looked everywhere. Nothing.
 
We even checked out the ferry and barracks. No luck.
 
How is that?
 
- And the Germans? - Didn't notice.
 
The trenches are empty. I think they backed up.
 
Scram. Leaving a comrade behind, dammit?! You got it coming.
 
Platoon leader Buder, sir.
 
Captain... I have an idea.
 
Buder wants to take back Prom base.
 
He says the Germans aren't there.
 
No way.
 
Buder, do not lead an offensive war.
 
Prom base fulfilled its role. Get me Gryczman.
 
Gryczman, sir.
 
You are to take over command of guardhouse number one.
 
Buder will be your deputy.
 
Pick 21 people and send the rest to the barracks.
 
That's an order. Understood? - Yes, sir.
 
I've lost too many men in the trenches.
 
They'll be safer in the barracks.
 
Our 12 hours just passed.
 
Look closely.
 
Arrange the grenades so that...
 
they're always within reach.
 
Trying to shoot me, you idiot?
 
What the fuck are you doing?
 
Who let you leave the base?
 
It was worth it.
 
Look at this toy.
 
You are to do things I know about.
 
Understood? - Yes, sir.
 
Major, sir, they replied.
 
I bet they're preparing a landing operation for us.
 
That's at sea, the fort. Connect me.
 
Give them some space; they're busy.
 
Rasinski, report back to them.
 
Kuba, analyze the overall situation.
 
Tally our losses. That's it.
 
Maybe we should ask for help?
 
If they could help, they would've done so already. Don't ask.
 
But if we get reinforcements, we could send them back to Berlin.
 
What's wrong?
 
What happened?
 
Execute the order.
 
Take a nap, I'll stay.
 
Captain, God only knows how much longer
 
we'll serve our country together.
 
Maybe we should start calling each other by name.
 
If Major wants that...
 
So how about it, Frank? May n
 
Kuba.
 
That's what everyone calls me.
 
Oh, yeah, they call you Kuba.
 
In the army, I had a grey horse.
 
I called him Kuba. My friends started calling me that.
 
I didn't mind, so it stuck.
 
You like animals... That's good.
 
It's important to care for animals.
 
A country boy knows something about that.
 
And we always had a horse.
 
Call me Henrich.
 
Answer .. f?
 
I knew this wedding song, about Kuba.
 
"Kuba drinks to his friend Jacob." Know it? It's a wedding favourite.
 
I don't.
 
That's okay. I'll sing it to you some other time.
 
Colonel Sobocinski.
 
Sit down, Kuba.
 
I see you're getting better acquainted, Henrich.
 
The captain and I were just going over final details.
 
So how do you gentlemen see the situation?
 
Westerplatte is a small fort.
 
In case of a coup...
 
we'll last our six hours until back up comes.
 
Within six hours the Skwarczynski Division
 
will conquer Gdansk and neutralize the coup.
 
You can be sure of that.
 
Kuba, pour one.
 
To these sad days.
 
No... hard liquo๏ฌs bad for my ulcers.
 
Hold you a long time ago to do something about that.
 
I had to have a Bruderschafi drink with Captain Dabrowski.
 
But anyway... What's new in politics?
 
I'm a little worried about that...
 
little German screamer with a moustache.
 
True... since Hitler took over Austria and Czech,
 
he's become more confident.
 
I'm not worried. As long as France and England
 
put their foot down, and Hitler will tuck in his tail.
 
I hope so, Kuba... I hope so...
 
Hitler wouldn't dare attack Poland.
 
It would be suicide.
 
Our army's stronger than ever.
 
So let's drink.
 
To our strong army.
 
Wait!
 
Let them advance.
 
Then we give it to them.
 
Us chilly.
 
Everyone needs a hot meal today.
 
Okay, Jozu, at ease.
 
Just make sure they run a lot.
 
When the shelling resumes, take them back upstairs.
 
Yes, sir!
 
The 12 hours, which we were supposed to withstand, passed a long time ago.
 
Reinforcements are coming. It's only a matter of time.
 
Just listen.
 
Maybe fire a round above their heads.
 
Let them know we're not asleep.
 
Fire a short round!
 
What's going on?
 
The chimney oven is down.
 
The major ordered that soldiers get a hot meal today.
 
And I don't take care how. - Yes, sir.
 
Put the wood in the middle.
 
I have medicine for you.
 
What do you have?
 
Sir, I brought the wounded fresh cow milk.
 
I request your permission.
 
Milk is good... healthy.
 
Permission granted. But only to those along the wall.
 
Yes, sir.
 
Good milk.
 
So you'll have the strength to clobber that bastard Adolf.
 
Good milk.
 
Run!
 
Come on! Come on!
 
Same time tomorrow, you scoundrels.
 
Open up for them.
 
Open up!
 
Someday you'll get what's coming to you, Mundek.
 
They were shooting at us.
 
You shouldn't have run around butt naked on the beach.
 
It's been quiet all day.
 
Only that one tormenting shot.
 
I don't like that.
 
It's simple, our guys scared them in Gdynia.
 
I think it's time we talk about the readiness of our defence.
 
Maybe it's one of ours...
 
A seaplane?
 
Not a seaplane, just a simple fighter jet.
 
- Can you see the floats? - Yes, I can.
 
See, that's what a seaplane looks like.
 
When did you become such an expert?
 
See that? It's clearly German.
 
Platoon leader, sir, Wladek would take it on his shoulder, I'd aim...
 
Relax, son... those bullets might come in handy.
 
Gentlemen, dinne๏ฌs ready.
 
And there will also be something for supper.
 
My daughters...
 
How beautiful they are... each of them.
 
They take after their mom.
 
What will happen to them now?
 
When war breaks out, what will happen to them?
 
I love them so. My little angels.
 
Jozek, you brought milk.
 
Fresh from the cow.
 
I'll take some to the men in Sector 1 .
 
God mess.
 
God mess.
 
Everybody down!
 
Quickly! Quickly!
 
Jozek, get down, quick!
 
- Gas! - Wait! That's not gas! Calm down!
 
- What are you doing? Get a grip! - Everything is on my conscience.
 
Understand? It's on my conscience.
 
Tanks are coming. Can you hear them?
 
Oh, my God! Tanks!
 
Piotrowski, you'll disperse the armor-piercing shells.
 
Pelka! Guard the dining room windows.
 
You two, guard the barrack entrance!
 
- Where? - To captivity.
 
You'll make it to court quicker than to captivity. Understand?
 
What's going on here, Buder?
 
You also want to go to captivity?
 
That's what I meant.
 
Get a grip-
 
Button up.
 
Quiet!
 
- Captain, sir! - Shut up!
 
Which one of you idiots mentioned tanks?
 
At ease, idiots.
 
Corporal!
 
Help me!
 
My God, Jozek, how did you end up here...?
 
The Germans reached the fort. We couldn't hold it.
 
Take the wounded to the dining room.
 
Everyone's dead. - Where's the major?
 
I don't know, he ordered that something be burnt in the kitchen.
 
But the major ordered...
 
Where are the codes?
 
They were lost in the first fire, Lieutenant.
 
Wait! Soldier, take that down!
 
- Major's order. - I won't repeat myself.
 
Captain, it's an order from the major.
 
I think it's epilepsy.
 
Epilepsy-
 
He was given a shot and sleeping pills, so he should sleep.
 
Will he recover?
 
For now he needs to rest.
 
Kuba...
 
now you're in charge of defence.
 
Gentlemen...
 
I want your word: what happened here never leaves this room.
 
- An officers' word. - An officers' word.
 
Full round on the Hitlers! Fire!
 
You won't go blind.
 
Cease fire!
 
Turn that off.
 
Captain, is this necessary?
 
Jozek.
 
Water... Water!
 
Calm down.
 
Yes, Kuba?
 
What is it?
 
Shots from the sea are mainly aimed at the barracks. We're expecting...
 
What?
 
After the shots, the Germans will focus on the barracks.
 
A landing operation will come from the sea. They didn't decide
 
to do it last night, but after the air raid, I think they'll do it today.
 
Haven't had such good coffee in a while.
 
One more thing, Mr. Commander-in-Chief.
 
Send Jozek Kita in.
 
Kita died yesterday.
 
The messengers are here, sir.
 
Private Skwira reporting, sir. I have a message for Major Sucharski.
 
Major Sucharski is tired and resting.
 
What's new? Report...
 
Tczew and Grudziadz have fallen.
 
German soldiers are invading Gdansk today.
 
We don't have a complete picture of the situation.
 
Captain, listen!
 
Today, September 3, 1939, France and England declared war on the Germans...
 
Hear that?
 
Stefan, inform the troops! Make sure they know we're not alone.
 
What's new, Karol?
 
Has Major Sucharski had anything to eat?
 
Nothing. He has no appetite.
 
At least bring him a hot drink.
 
I was just about to get water.
 
Please let me take charge over my base again.
 
You know that's very dangerous.
 
Alright, try.
 
Yes, sir.
 
I have a request...
 
I have a son. If I-- - You won't die, Benek.
 
That's an order. Understand?
 
To the end, to the end...
 
"And they were freed,
 
"four angels...
 
"ready for the hour...
 
"the day, the month, and the year.
 
"And I heard a voice...
 
"from a fourth figure...
 
"which said...
 
"Come... come...
 
"Kill me!
 
Come kill me! May this day be the last."
 
What's going on here?
 
Leave him!
 
Is that an order?
 
He's had enough!
 
Don't untie him, or he'll kill us all.
 
You won't push around my men!
 
- This is my guardhouse! - Platoon Buder!
 
Back to your posts!
 
You will both die.
 
Did you finally understand?! You're a guest here.
 
And I'll teach you good manners.
 
Leave it.
 
The Germans have entered sector one's blind spot. Gryczman can't see them!
 
What's going on over there?
 
- It's probably torn down again. - Why aren't they shooting?!
 
Officer Gryczman.
 
No, we can't see them. I understand.
 
The Germans are here. Hit the ground, everyone!
 
Hit the ground!
 
Next time you don't fire at the enemy,
 
I'll consider it treason! Understood?
 
Yes, sir.
 
And I won't hesitate to shoot you myself!
 
Yes, sir.
 
- You're going back to your base. - Yes, sir.
 
Maybe the power plant is operational?
 
You'll change the boys.
 
- What'? - Change.
 
You return to the barracks.
 
Finally, I'll get some sleep.
 
Alright, boys, let's go.
 
- They're coming. - Who? Germans?
 
No, our guys.
 
To the power plant.
 
Alright, let's go.
 
We've got Germans at the power plant.
 
- How many? - How the hell should I know!
 
We have to get rid of them.
 
When we get rid of them, we can count them.
 
- Shoot! - They'll destroy us!
 
When they catch us, they'll kill us.
 
Don't shoot! We're Polish!
 
It's a trap. Don't believe them.
 
Exit, one by one.
 
Hands behind your head!
 
These are my men.
 
Drop the rifle!
 
Drop it!
 
Why are you...
 
shooting at your own?
 
At your own friends!
 
Sir, we wanted to come back, but they kept bombing, so...
 
And...
 
you finally came back.
 
Captain, they're calling from the power plant.
 
Dabrowski, report
 
Yes, sir.
 
Who will do it'?
 
- You got the order. - But now you're in charge.
 
So I'm supposed to shoot my men.
 
Let's go.
 
Stop.
 
You first.
 
Go.
 
They're running away.
 
Don't shoot!
 
STRONG, SET, READY TO GO
 
What are you doing?
 
Pick that up.
 
Yes, sir, Captain, sir.
 
At ease.
 
Westerplatte is still fighting.
 
Fighting like hell.
 
Sit down.
 
Sit down!
 
23 years old...
 
wife and son.
 
Boy from Kielc.
 
Had to die.
 
Damn postman from Lodz. Wanted to sail to America.
 
What...
 
too young to live?
 
And these I don't even know.
 
Too late.
 
The Germans will crush us.
 
Know why, sir?
 
Know why?!
 
No.
 
Then I'll tell you.
 
We, officer...
 
don't deserve to win.
 
Stand up, soldier!
 
So shoot me, it's all the same.
 
You're finally here. How's our situation?
 
Soldiers' morale is good. They want to fight.
 
We can defend ourselves for quite some time.
 
Ammunition and food surplus should last for weeks.
 
Then what?
 
The French and British will come by night? Yes?
 
Do you know they've declared war on the Germans?
 
I'm in charge. Or have you forgotten?
 
Or maybe you forgot to inform me about something?
 
The British and French will soon help us.
 
The Germans are idiots, right, Kuba?
 
Sorry, Major, I don't understand.
 
Think they didn't mine the Danish Straits?
 
There's still the air force.
 
So far, I've only seen German planes.
 
Eight soldiers died in the air raid. That's a lot.
 
- I thought that... - I don't think I want to know what.
 
Eight at once...
 
is a lot. Too many.
 
You're forgetting about German losses, which are huge.
 
This is war.
 
You have to be prepared for the closest bullet to get you.
 
Who said that? Still remember?
 
I was thinking solely about myself.
 
I am an officer of the Polish Army and I'm prepared to die.
 
Those young men don't deserve to die in such a senseless way.
 
They're not dying for nothing...
 
What makes you so sure?
 
Yesterday I transferred the command station to sector 6.
 
We're waiting there for you... after you finish freshening up.
 
So Sector 5 is down. One more powerful offensive and the Germans will invade.
 
They won't succeed. There's a new outpost.
 
Major, Warsaw has just announced...
 
Westerplatte is still standing.
 
That's new... I probably wouldn't have known without them.
 
That's why they're playing church music.
 
- All of Poland believes in us. - How are the French?
 
Strange, but they're not talking about fighting.
 
No messages. As if everything was normal. As if there was no war.
 
Captain...
 
you've been lying to your men.
 
I'm making sure they don't break down,
 
because that would mean the end.
 
This is the end!
 
But you don't understand.
 
Or you refuse to.
 
Captain...
 
I've got strong "Farmers Tobacco" in my office, come over.
 
I have something for you.
 
This is soil from my father's grave.
 
If I die, please bury me with it.
 
Managing okay?
 
Gangrene will eventually kill all the wounded,
 
and I'm powerless.
 
Soon they'll start dropping like flies.
 
Will you tell Kuba?
 
He knows.
 
He'd rather die than give up.
 
For later. Tobacco from Galicia.
 
But this... keep it close.
 
- It's an honor, Major. - Go.
 
Or not... Enough is enough.
 
Tell Piotrowski to convene all the officers tonight.
 
There'll be a meeting.
 
- What are these two doing here? - They were panicking, so...
 
Captain Dabrowski ordered them locked up in here.
 
Morale is the most important.
 
Those two are a bad influence on everyone.
 
Okay, let them stay.
 
Captain... Major... tanks... Tanks are coming!
 
Put armor-piercing tape.
 
- Those aren't tanks. - What'?
 
Those aren't tanks, dammit!
 
Armoured train?
 
Go for it...
 
Masks.
 
Have the soldiers put on masks. - It's fuel.
 
You can't be sure. Order all soldiers to wear masks.
 
Not necessary.
 
Remember, there's a meeting in an hour.
 
Don'! piss me off, Buder!!!
 
There won't be a change! We don't have soldiers!
 
But Major, you promised you'd send a change...
 
I'm countermanding Major Sucharskfs order.
 
And that's that! Period!
 
Back to your posts.
 
But I was supposed to lay out the situation.
 
You're no longer needed. Get some sleep.
 
Not too many of us.
 
Did you back out the endangered guardhouse?
 
No need. The fire's dying out.
 
So, what are we waiting for?
 
Good thing you're here.
 
How does the harbour situation look?
 
We're holding them off.
 
Any new radio reports?
 
The news is...
 
getting worse.
 
That's irrelevant. The situation is dire.
 
We all know that.
 
I think tomorrow, we should surrender.
 
I want your opinion.
 
Lieutenant?
 
Major, doesn't that medal...
 
obligate you to anything?
 
Is that all...
 
you have to say?
 
Captain.
 
The wounded should be hospitalized ASAP.
 
I've been saying so for days.
 
But as usual, nobody listens.
 
I think we could still hold out.
 
I assume complete responsibility.
 
As of now, we've been fighting for 114 hours.
 
We've done everything we can. Please prepare the soldiers to surrender.
 
Hand out clean uniforms, have them shave.
 
We will not capitulate.
 
Westerplatte is standing strong.
 
Tomorrow, our victorious white-and-red flag will ๏ฌy.
 
Why are you countermanding my orders? Yesterday, Sector 1 was to be changed.
 
We don't have enough soldiers.
 
Too little... With this type of command,
 
soon we won't have any fit soldiers to fight.
 
Someone has to be in command!
 
There has always been one leader.
 
The sooner you accept that, the better.
 
Are you threatening me?
 
I order you...
 
to send a change to sector 1.
 
I refuse.
 
Wait!
 
I'll make sure that when the war's over, you'll be court-martialed.
 
Let's go!
 
Wait!
 
Come back! That's an order! Hear me?
 
They're fighting next to Sieradz
 
and Plock.
 
On the North, the Germans crossed the Narew River.
 
The coast is cutoff.
 
They're approaching Lvov...
 
and are already next to Krakow.
 
That's all we know from listening in on German radio transmissions.
 
What does the Polish radio say?
 
Our transmissions offer less detail, but the info is generally the same.
 
Generally... So we still know nothing.
 
We know enough to make a decision.
 
I understand that, aside from Lieutenant Grodecki,
 
you all agree the time has come to surrender.
 
Our fight doesn't have perspectives.
 
You called a meeting without my knowledge.
 
You're late. Our decision to surrender is near-unanimous.
 
True, near-unanimous,
 
because not everyone here is a coward. Right, Captain?
 
Are you going to shoot me?
 
No,first you shoot me.
 
Then you can surrender.
 
I should've expected that.
 
This meeting is over, gentlemen. Back to your posts.
 
Remember, there can only be one decision.
 
I know my duties.
 
Fight to the end, but where is the end?
 
Where are the borders?
 
The border is here, in Westerplatte.
 
Kuba...
 
You don't understand.
 
If you knew...
 
No need. At ease.
 
There was a meeting, which I forgot to tell you about,
 
or maybe I simply didn't want you to attend.
 
We're not giving up. We'll never give up.
 
We're still alive, and still fighting.
 
And dying-
 
What are you doing here?
 
- I wanted to... - Why did you leave your station?
 
I wanted to know what's going on.
 
And the soldiers are alone? Go back immediately.
 
Yes, sir.
 
Now we all have to fulfill our duties the best we can.
 
You there, and us here... and that is the best way.
 
So, stay calm, as is expected of every proper Polish woman.
 
I resumed my letter on the seventh day of battle.
 
I tried to fulfill my duties as best as I could.
 
Maybe history will be the judge, but my soldiers proved that
 
they are the best sons on Earth.
 
For seven days...
 
they presented their superhuman manhood and toughness.
 
As I write these words, they still don't know
 
the inevitable end is near.
 
They are still not aware that the seventh day defending this peninsula...
 
...is their last.
 
Perhaps, with my knowledge, I should have stopped fighting on the first day,
 
after 12 hours.
 
I don'! know why I didn't.
 
I alone lacked the courage to simply be brave enough
 
to end this slaughter.
 
I hope the souls of the young men who died here...
 
forgive me.
 
Shoot!
 
- They've figured us out, I can't. - Back to position!
 
Kuba...
 
even yesterday, I thought...
 
You can't even hear Warsaw on the radio.
 
The injured and dead make up almost 50% of our troops.
 
Even you.
 
Don't misunderstand.
 
We should fight...
 
I was just looking for you.
 
Come on.
 
Come on.
 
Smell that?
 
It's getting worse every day.
 
It's gangrene, Kuba.
 
Send a messenger to all bases. Let everyone know
 
we're surrendering. Call everyone to the barracks.
 
Yes, sir.
 
Please, follow me.
 
Do you see, my friend, what's left of us'?
 
Call off the order. It's not too late.
 
Don't you get it?
 
It's not about me. I'm not afraid of death.
 
Call off the order!
 
It's too late, Kuba.
 
It's all over.
 
Wait!
 
Call off the order!
 
Mr. Piotrowski...
 
Have the messengers been sent?
 
I ordered messengers to be sent.
 
It's my call. My own decision.
 
Yes, sir.
 
Hang the white flag.
 
Then I have a job for you guys.
 
Connect me with the bases. - Major, we don't have connection.
 
Only the fort works. - Connect me with them.
 
Command is on the line.
 
Rygielski, reporting.
 
Listen closely.
 
Lodz, Czestochowa, Krakow, Poznan, and Bydgoszcz are under German control.
 
We have no choice
 
but to surrender.
 
But, Major, we have troops. Let's fight!
 
That's an order.
 
What happened?
 
Nothing.
 
The Germans crossed the border, and are bombing Warsaw.
 
Captain... Major Sucharski surrendered. What should we do?
 
Surrender and execute the order.
 
What?
 
Listen up!
 
The grenades are for us...
 
and the bayonets are for the Germans!
 
What's it gonna be?
 
On my order, we run out and cut up those Hitlers!
 
NOW!
 
In accordance with the major's order, we're surrendering.
 
I'll shoot the sonofabitch.
 
You traitor! Say your prayers, because your days are numbered.
 
Leave him.
 
The order must be on paper. On paper!
 
Paper's not necessary. Look!
 
Very few soldiers came back.
 
Very few soldiers came back.
 
I'm afraid losses are greater than expected.
 
Major, the messenger was sent by Lieutenant Kregielski.
 
Talk to me!
 
Lieutenant Kregielski requests that you confirm Captain Dabrowskfs order.
 
The base is waiting for your last order.
 
What is this? This colour?
 
This is not a fucking Polish ๏ฌag!
 
Let's live to fight another day, maybe two.
 
All of Poland is showing resistance. France is kicking German's butt!
 
Why give up? Now? Let's keep fighting. Right, Lieutenant?
 
They'll liberate us eventually.
 
- Execute the order. - Seriousm?
 
Attention!
 
At ease.
 
Soldiers...
 
For quite some time you've executed my orders.
 
Now you must execute one last order.
 
The order to surrender.
 
To keep fighting makes no sense.
 
We can't count on any help.
 
The enemy has seized a large chunk of Poland.
 
Thank you...
 
for duly executing a soldier's duty.
 
Active soldiers will go into captivity.
 
What will happen to the officers is hard to say.
 
I assume complete responsibility,
 
before God and country.
 
Poland still needs you.
 
Ogniomistrz Piotrowski and you, soldier, come with me.
 
Boys...
 
look...
 
The eagle survived.
 
As will Poland.
 
And now...
 
let's observe a moment of silence,
 
for our comrades,
 
who we leave behind forever.
 
Poland has not yet perished, so long as we still live.
 
What the alien force has taken from us, we shall retrieve with a sabre.
 
March, march, Dabrowski, from Italy to Poland.
 
Under your command... - sโ. Sway.
 
...we shall rejoin the nation.
 
March, march, Dabrowski,
 
From Italy to Poland...
 
Kuba.
 
Piss off, it's not your problem!
 
Kuba!
 
Are you crazy?!
 
Have you gone crazy?!
 
Kuba, this isn't over, understand?
 
I will not lead them into captivity.
 
You were in command, and so you will lead them.
 
Come on.
 
Come on.
 
From Fiihrers Main Quarters September 8, 1939
 
Commander-in-Chief states
 
that Westerplatte in Gdansk has been seized.
 
The resistance force has been penetrated by bomb disposal soldiers,
 
naval storm troopers and SS formation,
 
with the help of the Schlesswig Holstein battleship.