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Styka grumbled about fate.

`` For a time I thought of trying to reach the Free Polish Forces, but one thing led to another.

I got a girl in trouble and we had to get married.

Not a bad girl.

So we have three children and responsibilities.

I work at the granary.

Nothing like the old days in the army, but I get by.

Who complains??

Many times I tried to reach you, but I never knew how.

I came to Warsaw twice, but there was that damned ghetto wall ''