“‘Let us wait here a couple of minutes so that you can look him over.’ The man’s shoulders were squared and the shapeless clothes could not disguise that ramrod back. ‘You are a cavalry man,’ said Makowski at length. ‘You should recognize the type.’ ‘Who is he?’ ‘He’s a Pole. Sergeant of Cavalry Anton Paluchowicz. He’s 41, but strong and fit, well-trained, experienced. I’d go anywhere with him. Shall we talk to him?’ We went over and talked. I liked the look of Paluchowicz. He accepted the p...roposition like a good soldier undertaking a mission of war. He was glad to know I was a Lieutenant of the Polish Cavalry. ‘We shall do it together,’ he said. ‘It won’t be easy, but we shall do it.’ That evening I came up behind Kolemenos. I tapped him on the shoulder and he turned. He smiled. ‘Oh, it’s you again.’ ‘Kolemenos, I am getting out of here with some others. Would you like to join us?’ He put one big hand on my shoulder.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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