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.
It had all the appearance of being the Maxim's of Gleiwitz, a sordid place, reflecting all the sordid dreariness of the town.
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.