Memoirs of Klemens Rudnicki, September 1st 1939

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At the moment I first walked in, I opened the front door, a melody of our regimental march rang out from the radio loudspeaker. Just like before: the commander of the regiment enters - the trumpeters greet him with a regimental march. 

Of course, it was Warsaw that played discs of regimental marches, to emphasize the battle mood in the country, after all, it was the first day of the war, but why this amazing case? Why did the March of the 9th Uhlan Regiment happen in the same minute and second, in which representatives of the regiment with the commander at the head, stood at the door of a random inn, on the first day of the war and on the way to the first battle task?

It is also not surprising that we were speechless. With simple habits, we stood at attention, waiting for completion. We just looked at each other questioningly and kept silent.

excerpt from 'Memoirs of Klemens Rudnicki, September 1st 1939' pp. 153 (157 words)

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