I will never forget meeting Anders at POSK. He and one of my grandfathers were good friends - my grandfather being somewhat of a mischievous but highly decorated war hero, highly active in SPK and vigorous proponent of the Polish diaspora in the UK.
I have to thank you for bringing back lots of fond memories of some extraordinary yet very humble people whose presence was itself very humbling simply because of the incomprehensible suffering that they went through and the incredible selfless sacrifices they made for the benefit of others.
Some of their antics were quite funny by the way! So for example when my grandfather was serving in Italy at the front line doing some recon he had to relieve himself so left his colleagues and disappeared behind some bushes. No sooner had he dropped his kegs when three German soldiers came by including an officer and stopped directly in front of the bushes he was hidden in with their backs turned to him. My grandfather had left his Thompson behind with his colleagues so was basically unarmed. Undeterred he pick up a stick, rammed it into the back of the German officer shouting "Hände hoch!" warning them not to turn around or he'd shoot them wherein he promptly marched them back to camp with his trousers still around his ankles. Needless to say his chums were at first dumb-stuck before falling around in absolute hysterics. My grandfather for his troubles was demoted for leaving his weapon behind!!!
