The Warsaw Uprising

Hello everyone. This will be my first Historical Fanfiction, and it will focus on Dominic and Captain Jurgens. I hope everyone likes this! I will try to make this as historically accurate as possible! Please review to let me know how you like it!

Chapter 1: A Rousing Speech

August 1, 1944

Warsaw, Poland

0000 Hours

Polish Resistance Hideout

Dominic Sorel, one of the commanders and masterminds behind the plan to drive the Germans out of Warsaw, was currently walking up to a small, makeshift podium inside the Resistance's small hideout in the basement of an apartment building in Warsaw. Dominic was a young Jewish man who had been in hiding for almost five years since the Nazis had invaded his home city, and he was forced to go into hiding to escape being sent to a concentration or death camp. How he had survived for this long was beyond him, constantly dodging German patrols to find scraps of food and water, and, with the help of his close friend Jurgens, he had organized young Polish and Jewish men, most of whom were barely eighteen years old, into a fighting force. They had some training, but Dominic knew that it would take much more than that to drive the battle-hardened Germans from their city. The Germans had superior numbers, and they also had a plentiful supply of arms, tanks and halftracks, while the Resistance could barely scrounge up machineguns and grenades. However, Dominic was confident that, even though the Germans held almost every advantage, the Resistance could somehow pull off a miracle and force the Germans out of Warsaw.

Dominic entered the cramped headquarters of the hideout and walked up to the podium, all eyes on him as they knew Dominic had something very important to tell them. Dominic then began to speak to his men.

"Gentlemen, as you all are aware, our liberation of Warsaw, codenamed "Operation Tempest", is set to commence tomorrow at 1200 hours. Our mission is simple; to drive the Germans from our city. However, doing this is easier said than done. The Soviet Red Army is approaching Warsaw as we speak; however, their advance is being hampered by the Germans, as they counterattack whenever they can. We will have to deal with the Germans ourselves until the Russians arrive, which may take weeks. We cannot wait for the Soviets to arrive. We will have to fight the Germans ourselves. I know that some of you are hardly trained, and some of you are afraid, but you cannot let those things get in your way. We cannot let the Nazis continue to commit their atrocities against our kind. We must defeat them at all costs. We all know that the Germans have the upper hand, but if we fight them in the streets, we have a good chance of defeating them. However, once the Germans become aware of our attacks, they will most likely roll out their armor against us. We can stand against their halftracks, but if they decide to bring in their Tiger tanks, we will not stand a chance. If any of you are faced with the threat of an enemy tank, or hear a tank approaching, do not stand and fight alone. If we fight together, we may have a chance of knocking those monsters out."

Dominic paused to take a breath, the men waiting on what else he had to say. He then began to speak again.

"Gentlemen, even though the Germans hold the advantage, all of you have something that the Germans could never have; the will and spirit to take back your city! We must drive out the Nazi Invader, even if it costs us our lives! Men, for your futures, for Poland, for Warsaw, FOR VICTORY!"

"FOR VICTORY!" The men cheered as Dominic walked past them, determined to fight until every last Nazi was driven from their home!

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