Major Jan Stachow (1929-2025) died

At the age of 96, Major of the Polish Army Jan Stachow died. Patriot, soldier, man of the patriotic left, legend of the Red Berets. He spent his full life with the Polish Army. For us besides a friend from many meetings and celebrations.

During the war, on his father's command, he helped guerrillas with left-wing orientation. He was born on the Polish Borderlands. He knew poorness and humiliation. He wore them food, medicine, sometimes moonshine. In 1942, erstwhile he turned 13 he went into the woods. They called him "Pietia." After the war, he and his household went to Baborov on Western Earth. The lands he loved.

1945 was a chance for his family. He enrolled in a school in the Deaf. He volunteered to go to Louisov (today Charbielin) to the reborn Polish Army. He knew about the forest warlord, the weapon was no alien to him. He went to Giżyck where the corporal served. Then he went to Krakow, where he graduated from the Academy of Physical Education.

In 1968, as a soldier of the Light Artillery Division of the 6th Pomeranian Airborne Division, he went to Czechoslovakia. This left him with a large aversion to revolutionary action. He always served this Poland, which was real. He remembered the poorness of the Second Polish Republic and the horrors of war. People's Poland, which gave him a chance to make a better life and real social promotion seemed to him a paradise on earth.

Then there was retirement and community service. Major Jan Stachow participated in all ceremonies concerning planet War II, and those concerning the Polishness of Recovered and Acquired Lands. He's always been everywhere. In the rain and snow. In fresh years, frequently alone with a banner.

I met him through a colleague of mine, David Hajder. erstwhile I first saw him, I thought he was 60. Turns out he's 80. His condition was amazing. And in everything. He attended our meetings in Bytom, Katowice, Krakow. He met “Thinking Poland” and I truly appreciated it. He wanted to come with us to Budapest. I refused due to his age. He was a small offended.

He loved sports and could talk about it for hours. He wanted to talk about sports with col. Adam the Laughter he only knew by hearing. 3 years ago, he competed in the Saturday morning cycle Parkrun on Błoniech. For many younger runners and amateur athletes he was a real inspiration.

He told us quite a few things. Part doesn't want to write, part doesn't even work for me. I was very fortunate to meet the Major, perceive to his memories, drink vodka with him. He's been in the home of Social Services lately.

Hello to His Memory!

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