Mr Everret the most wanted

On the footprint of sad story

According to Mr Jastrzębski PhD - It's impossible for anybody to survive - But I still believe that somebody lives.

What happened?

We are looking for relatives of Mr Roman Łoziński (born 1922) form Czersk. Franciszek Kołodziejski (born1 920) from Czersk and Piotr and Juliusz Osowicki from Chojnice.

Dangerous connections

Łoziński and Kołodziejski worked on a farm in Duża Cerkwica where they met British POW - Everett worked in a working party but he was impriosoned in Chojnice. Everett share his plan with Polish friends how to escape to London. They organized civilian cloths. Everett prepared food on the way. They planned to walk on foot.

Escape...

In July 1942 they escaped from Chojnice (Konitz), stole food from barracks and stop for a while in Piotr Osowicki's house, which was very close to the camp. There son of Piotr Osowicki decided to help and join to the escapers.

Unfortunately, in the morning all of them were arrested and after brutal trial they all confirmed that they helped Everett and would like to escape. Juliusz Osowicki, Roman Łoziński, Franciszek Kołodziejski were decapitated in 1943 by guillotine. Father of Juliusz died in hard prison in Koronowo.

Till these days we don't know what happened with Everett. It is hard to believe that nobody remembers.

We ask for help.

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