War is a terrible word... How much grief and misery she brought. How many tears were shed in homes that have seen a funerals. Russian people hate war, and for good reason.
More than 70 years have passed since the time when the Nazis attacked the Russian land. We don't hear the drone of German planes, people do not rush into bomb shelters. But terrible period of 1941-1945 will remain forever in the memory of the survivors of the war people.
My grandfather is a veteran. When I'm at his house, he tells me about the harsh realities of wartime. Now, thanks to your grandfather I know how hard the road was to the great day of 9 may 1945. The victory over the Nazis was forged and artillery, and infantry, and tank crews, and pilots. My grandfather was a Rifleman scout the third division of the 508 regiment of the First Byelorussian front. In fierce battles at the Kursk bulge, he received a severe wound in the leg: the bone was highly fragmented, had a infection. As a result, doctors had to amputate the leg to the knee.My grandfather in his 17 years became the invalid of II group! How many bitter tears they had shed, so many thoughts thought out – even life is not worth living... "Who am I without a leg you need me?" he shouted. But there was at that time kind people who were able to persuade my grandfather that everything in his life will soon get better, and there is work on the shoulder. All turned out well. He worked in the postwar period as a head horse farm. All my life my grandfather passed a wooden crutch.Only when I recalled the events of the war years and his fellow soldiers, he secretly wiped his tears involuntarily sliding down his cheek. How much hardship I had to endure him on his youthful shoulders: and hungry days and cold nights and physical exhaustion. Many times my grandfather went out in exploration, constantly risking their lives for the sake of their descendants, who now live in a free, modern country. And I now know firsthand how difficult it is to got to the Russian people the victory over the Nazis. Unfortunately, fewer and fewer veterans of that terrible war.In July last year died and my beloved grandfather.
I thank my grandfather and all involved in the war soldiers and officers for life in a free country, under the peaceful blue sky. And we, largely, to date, depends on the preservation of the memory of those killed in world war II. This memory is sacred. Because our grandfathers and great grandfathers fought for the independence of their homeland from foreign invaders, for our happiness. Eternal, immortal memory to all those who died in that horrific war, and low to earth bow to all survivors!
