Upper Silesia
17/02/1921
1507
General Jules Gratier stepped out of his staff car and walked across the street towards the site of his headquarters with his aide-de-camp. It had been a difficult time. Polish insurgents had launched two uprisings in Silesia against the German authorities and tensions were at an all time high. Worse than that was the fact that the Inter-Allied Commission could not even reach a consensus about how to resolve the issue. The British and Italians were strongly in favor of German retaining sovereignty over both Upper and Lower Silesia, as it was an important industrial region with large deposits of economically significant raw materials such as zinc, iron, and coal. They claimed that Germany needed Silesia so they could continue to pay off war reparations. General Gratier and the French delegation believed that Silesia should be divided to weaken Germany. Just like their occupation of the Rhineland and Ruhr Valley, though he could see exactly where that was getting France. Sabotage, strikes, and even armed resistance was an almost daily problem over there. Occupation costs and French casualties were rising, yet economic productivity was zero. Their occupation of the Rhineland and Ruhr Valley had only united the Germans, and the French support of Germany communists only made it worse. General Gratier sighed deeply as he kept walking.
"General Gratier, do you think that our occupation of the Rhineland and the Ruhr Valley is perhaps too harsh?"
"I agree Colonel Giraud*, but what can we do? We have already gone too far, beyond the point of no return. Our only viable option is to continue the occupation and hope the workers will see sense and return to their jobs."
"But General is it possible at all to make the occupation less harsh?"
A large truck barrelled down the lane towards the two officers, unnoticed as they continued their conversation. It's brakes had failed, though the truck driver only noticed it after lunch and he decided that it wouldn't be such a big problem. He was regretting this decision as his truck continued to drive at 40 km/h, accelerating as the lane was located on a downhill slope. The driver grabbed the horn and honked it loudly.
"Clear the way, clear the way!" he yelled in Polish, as he waved his left arm frantically. The motion of his arm waving only made things worse, as it moved his whole body and made his right hand jerk the steering wheel a little bit towards the left.
The two officers dove out of the way, but it was too late for General Gratier, whose legs were crushed by the truck as he dove left.
His aide flagged down a passing car and rushed his commander to the local hospital as fast as possible, but it was all in vain. General Gratier was dead.(1)
Upper Silesia
04/03/1921
1627
Jarosław Jablonowski* was nervous.(2) He was executing the first task given to him by the
Polska Organizacja Wojskowa (Polish Military Organization) after he had joined. It was to carry a load of dynamite and detonators to a secret safehouse.(3) It was an easy enough task but the streets were crawling with police officers. Jarosław felt cold sweat on the back of his neck as he walked towards the safehouse. When he got close enough, a terrible sight met his eyes. There were police everywhere, and they were closing off streets near the safehouse. Someone must have informed on them. Jarosław turned around and started walking away from the crime scene as fast as he could. But it was too late.
Two burly police officers block his path up ahead.
"Why were you walking over there, kid? This place is a crime scene. Do you know anything about it?"
"I..I...I was just going to my friend's apartment over there. I didn't know t...that it was a crime scene. "
"Oh, is that so? What is your friend's name?"
"Uhhhh... Jan Lipowski."
The two police officers exchanged a serious look.
"You'll have to come to the police station with us kid, looks like your friend is involved in some interesting business."
"I...I...I can't. I have to get home for dinner." Jarosław reached into his left coat pocket with his left hand and felt the cold steel of his .25 ACP Colt Model 1908 Vest Pocket.
"It'll be quick, not more than half an hour." promised the officer on the right.
"I...I...I can't. Dinner is at 1700 and mother will be worried if I don't come home on time."
The police officer on the left started getting suspicious of the teenage boy. Why go to your friend's place when you have to get back for dinner at 1700? Suddenly, he noticed the kid's hand in his pocket.
"Can you please take your right hand out of your pocket?"
In that split second, Jarosław thought the officers had figured out his mission. He decided to shoot the officer on the left and make a run for it, as there was an alley 300 meters away. He was sure he would make it. Pulling out his pistol, he shot the officer on the left, pushed the other officer aside and ran as fast as he could.
The officer on the right took out his sidearm, a Mauser C96, and shot at the fleeing suspect. Jarosław was hit in the head by the first round and was dead before he bit the dust.
Although he would never know this, Jarosław had forever changed the fate of Silesia.
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The death of General Jules Gratier on February 17th, 1921 resulted in overall command of the Inter-Allied Commission being passed to the General Filippo Salvioni. This change proved highly beneficial for the German cause, as General Salvioni was strongly in favor of the Germans retaining sovereignty over Silesia so they could continue their treaty payments. This caused the Polish Military Organization to plan their most ambitious operation yet, despite the massive setback of their most recent failure. Codenamed Operation Moskwa, it called for a sabotage campaign against all roads and railways leading into Upper Silesia, which would be followed by a massive conventional assault by Polish-Silesian insurgents.
The death of Jarosław Jablonowski and the revelation of his knapsack contents lead to a massive
Freikorps buildup all across Silesia. It was unopposed by the Inter-Allied Commission, as General Salvioni merely saw the action as Germans trying to defend their homeland. Seeing this drastic change of fortune, the Polish Military Organization delayed Operation Moskwa, hoping that most of the
Freikorps would grow discouraged by the inactivity and leave. This proved to be the correct decision, as many did pack up and leave after weeks of boredom. What the Poles never expected was, though most
Freikorps had left
, a group of Germans and an Austrian would soon march into Silesia and forever change the face of history.
Polish armored car in Silesia, 1 of 2 produced in 1920. It was later destroyed during Operation Moskwa.
Polish Silesian insurgents posing for a photo before Operation Moskwa. All personnel identified in the photo were killed during the operation.
Notes:
1. OTL General Gratier prevent British and Italian units from assisting the Freikorp because he was C in C of the Inter-Allied Commission.
2. In case anyone doesn't know this, this symbol (*) means the individual is fictional and of my own creation.
3. They gave the job to a noob/greenie because he had just joined and the authorities had yet to put him on the list of suspects. Creates less suspicion, though it didn't quite work as planned.
With kind assistance of AH user
NOMISYRRUC, the Black Dragons were able to defeat the evil empire of Writer's Block at the Battle of Silesia ending the 10 day siege of the Dragoncave.
The next chapter will be posted in the near future!
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-Black Dragon