As I look back at Gleiwitz now, I can see the flat-floored theater with the gray nurses lighting lamps.
The doctor's tone was so casual that you concluded spy-killing to be commonplace at Gleiwitz.
Gleiwitz is the centre of the mining industry of Upper Silesia.
Coming to a square, massive building of yellowish brick—you instantly had the impression that Gleiwitz had grown up around it.
Two of the nurses—there are fourteen American girls at Gleiwitz—walked back with us.
