Bożena Ratter: Can you enter a coalition with the environment that defends criminals?

In 1 of the last letters of 28 X 1943 addressed to Father Joseph from MB from Mount Carmel (Jan Prusa) Father Kamil wrote: "[...] I don't know if Father has heard of our Catholic catastrophic situation in Volyn. At 140 parishes, it is presently 30.active. 28 priests were murdered. A fewer at a service. They fucked 1 with a saw, the killer. A fewer burned alive in churches. Many churches destroyed. Many were demolished inside and burned. More than 150 people were murdered in the cherry parish. Burnt 5 people. 1 female went with a sickle into the reaping field, and her sickle had her head cut off.

Apart from the old cordon, there are Poles in Soviets, but so the Soviets do not persecute them, and even wonder that in Volyn Ukrainians are specified bandits! The full cherry parish is destroyed, Polish farms burned in the number of about 600. The parishioners, any with their families to Germany, others to Galicia, and now there are 750 people. They sleep in our church, hungry, torn, barefoot. In the country, out of town, you can't show up, due to the fact that death! Our temper is grave. There are a fewer Hungarians in the Castle, but they can leave any minute.”

On 16 July 1943, on the feast of the Blessed Maria Szkaplerzna, the first victims were residents of the village of Maniów. They were unexpectedly amazed by the gang and only the survivor who was on guard. respective of these survivors fled to the Carmelite monastery in Wiśniowc. Even any of those who took refuge in the monastery, wanting to bring food from their homes, were murdered on the way."

Father Kamil felt sorry for the misfortune of the Polish people. How could he aid anyone? First of all, knowing even greater misfortunes, he asked people to leave for the General Government. A tiny fistful left Cherry tree, the remainder of the poorest and with tiny children remained. They were afraid due to the fact that they heard that Ukrainians were expected to attack and execution along the way. People were so horrified by the horrors of the murders that they were just afraid to thin beyond the monastic walls.

On February 6, 1944, 2 priests, Hungarian chaplains, urged Kamil's father to flee with them. So Father Kamil yet agreed to leave Cherryov. He received 2 trucks from the Hungarian army to evacuate.

At night, however, an unknown man, The Ukrainian, however, brought a letter to Father Kamil, in which he was urged to stay in the monastery along with all Poles, so as to enlarge the army of armed men, to make a ward that could face not only the bandits who were wandering, but besides the wailing military marauders. Although the letter was the beginning of the ambush, as it later turned out, Father Kamil believed his assurances and withdrew his resolve to leave Cherry. After all, he knew the perverseness and cunning of the Ukrainians. possibly he was deluded by the sincerity and assurances of the author of the letter?

The last front troops of the Hungarian troops left Wiśniwiec at 12 noon on 7 February 1944. A fewer hours later, there was an organized raid on the monastery and the Carmelite Bosych church. Ukrainians - in most of the refugees of Stepan Sawczuk's hens, ps. Nalywajko - by trickery (appearing to be russian guerrillas fighting UPA and Germany) caused the gate open and entered the monastery.

The Banders began a gruesome murder, bloody, cold-blooded murder. Many were burned alive in their homes. Children were torn alive and put on a stake. Women were torn apart, ears and hands cut off, eyes extracted, noses and breasts cut off. They utilized the execution weapon of rusty forks, a scythe. They besides had peculiar clamps with screws into which heads were put to wear through pressure. Others were hung upside down or cut in half by saws.

After the Soviets entered April 1943, an exhumation was carried out in the basements of the monastery and in buildings. They found about 45 chopped bodies thrown down the limestone pit. Father Kamil Glecman had his head wrapped in a hood and clenched around his neck.

Oh, my God.