When I read accounts such as this, I am always reminded of a line by the ancient Greek poet Pindar: "The long toil of the brave is not lost in darkness." When I am next in Warsaw, I will go to Powazki, seek out his memorial grave, and light a candle.
And can you imagine that this character (Czeslaw Lapinski, the procecutor, accusing Pilecki and demanding death penalty fo him)
and this one (Jan Hryckowian, the judge, sentencing him for death penalty)
both used to be officers of the Polish underground Home Army during WW2? Just like Pilecki.
Almost beyond my comprehension.