I have done a lot of research on WW2 because I've always had something of a "morbid fascination" with the topic. i really hate saying that but i don't know how to phrase why i research the worst of human history. I have just always found it intriguing (in a horrified sense) that there is such a huge spectrum as to how humans can be, the question at the forefront of my mind always being "why are we capable such depravity?".
Needless to say, i have researched some of the most awful things which happened in this period of time (i should add that i mainly focus on the European experience of the war) and i have only cried twice. the first time it hit me was when i watched the film The Pianist and now.
I'd never heard of Witold Pilecki's story until happened to up this book in the library at school in the somewhat small section that hosts WW2 books. i read it in about 2 days and now the pages of that book will forever (literally) hold my tears of sorrow, anger and frustration over my vain desire to change the past.
This book is a stark reminder of the lengths that people will go to in order to fight for what is right and that the world is an unjust place, that the worst things can happen to the best people. for me, to read Witold Pilecki's story and see his stubborn resolve, unshakeable moral compass and indescribably moving obligation to better the lives of others will always have a profound impact on my life. I'm so grateful that I made the decision to borrow The Volunteer. Even though i should have been studying for my trial final exams, what I've gained from reading Witold Pilekci's story is far more valuable than a mark on a piece of paper.