Why write about an event that was unsuccessful in accomplishing its stated objectives, had horrific costs, happened seven decades ago, and why write about it on a blog that has a largely Anglosphere readership?
Because it was 63 days of good fighting evil to the death.
And because President Donald Trump agrees with me that the 1944 Warsaw Uprising is a metaphor for the war of our time. We pray and prepare for an outcome that, disastrous or not short-term, will give the West a long-term victory, a new chance at life.
Had Hillary Clinton won the presidency, all of us would have understood Patrick Henry’s ultimatum “Give me liberty or give me death.” We would all be facing the same overwhelming odds that George Washington did in 1778 and the Home Army did in 1944.
Trump’s Holy Victory bought us time. Frankly, it also gave us courage — we stopped being afraid. And at some point we’ll have to pick a side and doing so, lead, follow, or get out of the way. In a recent post titled “Europe, Rise From Your Knees!” I go over what that means, especially the value of getting out of the way.
In April, I had a post titled “Physical Bravery and Young Age,” which looks at what it takes for a nation to produce brave sons and daughters.
It’s not over yet. It hasn’t even begun. But the air sure feels thick with anticipation. Rotherham has not been avenged.
Zero Hour (or W Hour as it’s called in Poland) is commemorated at 1700 hrs local time every August 1st with one-minute’s howl of air-raid sirens to mark the outbreak of the insurrection.
The Uprising was not a suicide mission. It was a well planned high-risk, high-reward operation with major initial successes. There is a saying about the five stages of the Warsaw Uprising:
- Euphoria when the first shots were fired.
- Hope when districts were liberated, tanks destroyed, enemy soldiers killed.
- Desperation when allies stood down, food and water ran low, civilian massacres began.
- Expulsion of the surviving residents and razing of the city.
- Glory forever.