The leader of the Seder could read the following document after the Story of Slavery is read in the Haggadah and perhaps right before the Ten Plagues.

As we remember the pain of Egypt, we pause to remember the pain and the sad glory of those who led the greatest Jewish revolt against the Nazis during the Holocaust.

April 23, 1943 – Four days after the start of the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising, the following letter was written by Mordecai Anielewicz, Commander of the Uprising, to Yitzchak Tzuckerman (Antek), an assistant commander on a mission outside the Ghetto.

Shalom Yitzchak, I don’t know what to write about first. I can only tell you that what happened exceeded our most courageous dreams. The Germans were twice forced to run from the Ghetto. One of our groups maintained its position for 40 minutes while a second held out for 6 hours. Even the mine we planted at the broom factory exploded. And through it all we had only one casualty. It was Yechiel who died a hero’s death at his machine gun position.

When we heard yesterday that the members of the Polish Workers party attacked the Germans and that the radio station then transmitted a wonderful news item about our self-defense, we truly had the feeling of self-fulfillment. Though the tasks ahead are enormous, I feel that what we have already done is a great achievement.

As for the general situation: all enterprises inside and outside the Ghetto have been closed with the exception of three. Our communications have been broken and I have no contact with the fighting groups. Many fires are burning in the Ghetto and yesterday the hospital at Gensha 6 was also on fire. Entire blocks of houses are in flames.

Beginning this evening we are going over to the tactics of partisan struggles. Three fighting groups are going out after dark with two tasks: reconnaissance and the obtaining of weapons.

Beyond that it is impossible to describe the conditions in the Ghetto. Only a few will be able to survive. All others will perish sooner or later. Their fate is sealed. In the bunkers where our comrades hide, you cannot even light a candle because there is so little air.

Be well, my dear. We may not meet ever again. What is most important, however? The dream of my life has already been realized. I have had the good fortune to see Jewish self-defense in the Ghetto in its full glory and grandeur.

Mordecai.