As mentioned earlier, I’ll be posting videos from the recent August 1 concerts in Poland’s capital commemorating the anniversary of the 1944 Warsaw Uprising [as distinct from the 1943 Jewish Ghetto uprising, to clarify a confusion that sometimes still comes up]. I’m doing this in anticipation of the city’s November 11th Independence Day march, which to foreign observers has grown to represent the aspirations of White nations worldwide of once again having their own countries and a future for their people.
Below are two performances from the 2018 concert of wartime songs. Both are in the playful style that was fashionable in the early 1940s. You can call it jazzy, or cabaret. It’s a treat to see the nonagenarian Home Army veterans in the audience singing along with all of today’s young people and children.
You don’t have to like the style of music [though it does grow on you] or understand the lyrics. It’s enough to get into the spirit with the audience to get a sense of what’s possible in every White country despite the present predicament throughout the West.
In the introduction, the emcee tells the audience about the rich cultural life that went on in insurgent-held parts of the city throughout the ’44 Uprising: radio and newspaper; theater and cabarets, even concerts that were performed by famous pre-war recording artists. Dances and poetry readings, all of it giving the fighters and the civilians an immense boost in morale.
So what, that a bullet scratches you
So what, that blood gushes?
Assault-hymns we sing, our battle song
And when a comrade falls into the sleep of death
I shall wish him pleasant dreams
Perhaps tomorrow we’ll meet again, my friend
Sophie, hey doll, come on darlin’
We’re going into battle
To the whistle of the fired rounds
With a few lines of machine gun rattle
To the rhythm of this chorus!
The next song is also introduced by the event emcee who takes a minute to recognize the bravery of the field nurses in the Uprising:
… the downtown was cut off from the Old Town. Though despite the enemy’s advantage, the insurgents did not give up. One of the most spectacular operations was the capture of the telecommunications building. After several hours of combat, the building was ours. It was in our hands. Enemy’s losses: forty Germans killed, more than 120 taken prisoner. We held that building to the very end of the Uprising.
Right after that, the siege of the Old Town began. The insurgents had, literally, a hail of gunfire falling on them. Also, the air bombardment began. There was no way out. They had to evacuate through the sewer tunnels. That subterranean network of tunnels served the soldiers from the very start of the Uprising. There is where lines of communication were maintained among the fighting units. There, ammunition and food was transported. There, the civilian population was evacuated. Finally, there the wounded were transported to field hospitals.
However, on the field of battle or not far from it, the wounded were given first aid by the field nurses. Women who were among the bravest of the brave.
“Sanitariuszka Małgorzatka” (Combat medic Maggie)
The song is about a frivolous girl with whom the lightly wounded soldier falls in love. Alas, she loves another insurgent. The hapless Chaplinesque speaker thinks it’s because the other fellow has a better submachine gun.
Maggie before the Uprising:
Before the action she was a modest girl
She lived somewhere on Roses Avenue
She had a flat with a big bathtub
A Pinscher dog and platform shoes
A little pouty, a little frisky
Seen only at the fashionable nightclubs
She ran to the riverbank early mornings
To tan her top and her bottom
And during the excitement:
Lovely combat medic Maggie
On the front line to the last
A radiant smile she brings us
If you get shot she’ll will dress the wound
Sweeter than the rationed mead
It can be a surprise, how the same person is one way during a frivolous time and quite another way during a heroic time.
Also, notice how the ladies in the audience, aged ten to ninety-nine, are absolutely loving those songs. It’s a lie that women lust after the enemy if the enemy is stronger. They don’t understand honor the way men do, but they are drawn to male righteousness and repelled by cowardice. It can be as simple as that.