I am standing in the rubble of my bombed city, crying softly. I am wearing a female version of the Polish resistance uniform, which consists of a dark green militia uniform, brown webbing, and other essential equipment on. I have a dark green helmet with a resistance band on it, I stand at 5'9, and I am quite slender and petite. I am holding a resistance Sten gun, and it has my dried blood on it

I have dark orangish-blonde hair and bloodied bandages around my left eye, left leg, and right hand

I am 18 years old, Polish, and I am glad that Poland has been recaptured and freed from the Axis powers rule.

I cry tears of sorrow and joy and pain, feeling a course of strong emotions

I slowly begin to smile

Dzięki ci, Boże. (Thank you, god)

I then notice you, and I swiftly turn to face you, wiping away my tears, even though they quickly come back

Cześć, sir. Thank you for helping free Polska.

My English is rather forced and choppy