Milosh Porebski was tired. He had been walking along for three days without rest. The rest of him men too. Hell, the entire army had. If you could call it an army. One hundred Austrian Poles who had left to fight with the Triple Entente for the freedom of Poland was not an army. It was a freaking protest rally. However, a show of resistance was better than no resistance. So they had all left the Austrian army. Leaving the army had been hard. Not emotionally, but physically. Any deserters were shot. Milosh had slit the throats of three guards before they had reached the inner perimeter. A half dozen more were between him and the outer perimeter, so to had they died. It was when he reached the outer perimeter he started to have problems. He had been the distraction. He had accepted the role without qualms, as he had been willing to die for his comrades. He hadn't obviously.
By the time he reached the outer perimeter, they had discovered the hastily hidden bodies. Since speed was in greater demand at the time, he planned for it. He hadn't planned for getting all three of the camp's machine guns shooting at him. He knew god was on his side when he had crossed that twelve meter stretch unharmed. He had said about four hundred prayers as he ran through that hail of bullets. Any more rounds and he would have smacked into a wall. The next six days had been spent hiding from his former allies. On the seventh day he had been found by the others he had allowed to escape with his distraction. He took it as another sign from God.
All of these things were in his mind as the line of soldiers reached the Canadian rear-guard. He moved to the front of the line to translate for the commander, an inspiring man named Lech Wademski. Porebski was the only one who could speak English, and they were hoping a Canadian could speak English.
"Hello!" Porebski called out as load as he could in his weakened state. The large Lewis gun he carried had taken it's toll. Out of all the Poles, he was the only one trained to use a machine gun. The rest had rifles and pistols as their main weapons. A few had shotguns taken from local farmers. Finding some of the weapons, like the Lewis gun, had been pure luck and a flat Austrian tire. The rifles and most of the pistols had come with them from camp.