Name: Schmuel Goldfarb (Pseudonym: Janusz Wieniawski) 
Age: 43
Country of Origin: Poland
Religion: Judaism
Division: Logistics
Appearance: A thick-set man with large lips, a somewhat receding hairline and a bulbous nose. He wears a bristling, waxed point moustache in imitation of the late Marshal Józef Piłsudski. In his life in the Warsaw ghetto, he started as worker in a brewery among Poles, helping haul the barrels, and this has given him considerable upper body strength.

Personality: Schmeul Goldfarb was a successful importer/exporter of goods in Warsaw, a Stawki street boy that did good through sheer grit and knowing the price of things. Still, he was never entirely comfortable in Poland. His sympathies ran towards Zionism even as he worked his way through a series of mercantile jobs and, through a combination of luck, guile and sheer hard work, managed to create a syndicate that bought products from the artisans on Stawki street and other predominantly Jewish areas of Warsaw and sell them in bulk. In the process he had to defend himself from Polish competition that didn't like a Jew getting ahead -- he knows how to swing a billy club and crack a whip.

When the war broke out, he was mobilized and put into the Polish army as a supply man, though the desperation of the situation meant that everyone was put into the fight. In that capacity, he wound up fighting on the front lines and in the siege of Warsaw until he took a round through the leg. He was out, but he also wasn't rounded up among the Jews, as he traded papers with a dead "Aryan" Pole that was a bunk over in the hospital. 

That was when he was also approached with the idea of helping out guerrilla resistance -- and it seemed like a good idea for a Jew to leave Warsaw. He wasn't intent on waiting around to find out what the Germans would do, not after years of listening to Adolf Hitler ramble and scream his hate on the radio.

Flaw: Schmuel is argumentative to a fault -- he does not like to give up on his opinions easily and can often alienate people with his persistence in an argument. He's also a natural haggler which is a good thing and a bad thing. And while a logistics man ought to be a hoarder, he is parsiminious in letting his supplies go; he always wants to hang onto what he has in anticipation of another day. He's also circumcised -- if he's caught by the Germans and that's checked (and they do check) he is a dead man. During the invasion, he suffered a head wound from shrapnel and a bad concussion and there seems to be some lingering damage in the form of intermittent blurred vision, migraine headaches and occasional bouts of anger as well as persistent partial deafness in one ear.