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When their days had been filled and it was time to die in the summer, They went straight to heaven in a coach-and-four, the soldiers of Westerplatte. (Summer was beautiful that year.) They sang: "Ah, ‘tis nothing that our wounds were so painful, for now it is sweet to walk the heavenly fields." (On earth that year there was plenty of heather for bouquets.) In Gdansk we stood like a wall in defiance of the German offensive, now we soar among the clouds, we soldiers of Westerplatte. |
Those with keen sense of sight and sound are said to have heard in the clouds the measured step of the Maratime Batallion. This was the song they heard: "We'll take advantage of the sunshine and bask in the warm days in the heather fields of paradise. But when the cold wind blows and sorrow courses the earth, We'll float down to the center of Warsaw, The soldiers of Westerplatte." |