- On 1st August 1944 at 17.00 ("W" hour) Warsaw Uprising broke out. About 600 platoons of Home Army, consisting of about 40 thousand soldiers, joined the fight. I would like to share with you how the first day was described by my uncle - Second Lieutenant Marian Milewski 'Czarny', the chief of 2nd company of 'Gurt' Home Army grouping, which took part in the fights in Srodmiescie-Północ (Chmielna, Zlota, the Post Office Station, the Main Railway Station) - Marek Kuchciński.

Shots are heard from all directions. The cannon thunders from the tower of the Main Railway Station. A wide area is under fire: Jerozolimskie Avenues, Marszalkowska, Chmielna, and in the opposite direction to Zelazna Street. The streets are deserted, the residents group together in the gates. I pass Chmielna 67, where I used to live. My friends greet me and wish me victory. Far away I saw our first group, they were pushing a cart with arms. They are almost at their destination. Suddenly... Oh, horror! A series of shots from the Post Office Station. Wounded is "Robur I". (Janusz Debba, a cadet) and "Idea" (Henryk, a platoon sergeant) are wounded. A momentary commotion. The cart - a heavy rickshaw tilts, the back seat with the wheel up. One has to rescue the situation. I'm moving with my group from gate to gate. I'm on the level of the last house adjoining the Post Office Station, from where the shots were fired. I am stopping the unit. Quickly I am assigning the function. On the command the last common jump to the carriage. We are jumping, balancing and with the help of people waiting in the gate we are leaving to the courtyard. The weapon is distributed very quickly. I take PIAT with the bullets myself. Bottles of petrol are already flying from the first floor to the Post Office; the building, though wooden, would not catch fire. I am surrounded by several Home Army soldiers, so far unknown. One of them is our future hero "Sokol" (Zbigniew Bornstead - a cadet), another one is just fourteen-year-old "Welek". - the second was "Welek", just fourteen years old, a chaser (rifleman). A group consisting of "Kuba", "Converted" (Jan Sznajder - a lieutenant), "Sokol" and two or three, whose pseudonyms I don't remember, we go to the third floor. I choose a position by the window, we set up Piata. I am almost in a standing position. Having learnt from experience about strong recoil I ask to be held. I am shooting at the roof of the post office, where the bottles are flying. Bang! The roof goes up in flames, and despite strong young hands holding me, we land on the other side of the room. The first impression after the shot from the so far unknown weapon, my first shot in the Uprising at the enemy. We are looking at the result. The wooden building of the Postal Station, thanks to spilled petrol from the bottle, was now burning like a torch. One nest of the enemy, which almost deprived us of the whole stock of our weapons, through which we had the first killed and wounded, ceased to exist!