A sad story of sacrafice...
This movie, always brings tears to my eyes. Its a story of sacrafice. Polish resistance fighters who never gave up, in the struggle for freedom and democracy. Perhaps it may seem with the retrospect of history that the Warsaw Uprising was fruitless and pointless, but the truth remains that it was in Polish blood to rise up and fight back. It wasnt the first time of course, unlike many of the occupied nations who had "underground movements", Poland had been actively opposing the Nazis throughout the war, and the Uprising was their biggest operation.
Unfortunetly, the Americans and British have always overlooked Polish sacrifice in the war. The greatest sacrifice, even greater then the Soviets and their statistical amount of casualties (mainly caused by that Georgian vampire Stalin). Has anyone ever known that the Pole's were the ones to crack the first Engima Code? The first to fight back against the Germans? The ones to win against the Afrika corps in Tobruk and El Alamein? They helped the British, fight during the Battle of Britain, took out the German paratroop batallion at Monte Cassino (while two nations before them had been slaughtered), fought and were slaughtered in Holland over stupidity of British generals in the Operation Market Garden. Of course, it will always be overlooked.
Its a shame we were not as smart as the Czechs and simply not fight; perhaps whats a worst shame is the fact that the world has overlooked the great sacrafice of such a small nation.