Saturday, March 03, 2007

Without Vodka

A Polish solider, captured by the Soviets during World War II, spends three years in Soviet Prisons, sees death and destruction all round him. What does he name his prison memoir? Read the title again. I particularly liked this passage from the book

The newly formed Polish regiment encounters a trainload of Soviet soldiers returning from the front. The emaciated and bloodied Soviets are dumbfounded at the Poles’ fighting trim. "A Polish Army dressed like staff officers, well fed. The devil take it! They always lie to us! The sons of bitches. But it’s not for our brains to ponder these things. Besides, it’s dangerous. Without Vodka you can’t figure it out."

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