...this time, for variety, I took you seriously, Sikorski, and read:
'When you say this isn't our war, I ask you to consider information that has just reached me: that in this brutal, massive attack on Tarnopol—modern-day Ternopil—two nights ago, a Polish girl died: Amelka, aged 7. Together with her mother. Please consider whether this means it's not our war,' he said."
Now listen carefully, dear sir, to what actually happened: the moment Russian forces entered Ukrainian territory, hundreds of thousands of Ukrainian mothers evacuated their children across borders to safety.
Need I continue? Let me ask rhetorically.
And if I must, I'll add only this, as another rhetorical question: why do you so eagerly count for the Russians every Polish child killed today—even if this remains, thanks to Providence, the first and last—while you forget...
...about the hundreds, if not thousands, of infant heads smashed against trees and walls in Volhynia by Ukrainians between 1943 and 1945...
...about the dozens of unborn children cut with knives from their mothers' wombs...
...about those burned alive, torn to pieces...
To conclude: no, Sikorski, this is not yet my war—it's yours, your esteemed wife Mrs. Applebaum's war, Tusk's war, Kierwinski's, Siemoniak's, and others like them...
A war of political adventurers.
Note: The Volhynia massacres (1943-1945) are historically documented acts of ethnic cleansing by Ukrainian nationalists against Polish civilians, recognized by Poland's parliament as genocide.
English translation prepared jointly by Tadeusz Ludwiszewski and Claude AI
