(337 words) May 9 - a holiday "with tears in his eyes." The feeling of joy is constantly replaced by sorrow for the dead. There is not a single family that went around the war. My family is no exception. Both great-grandfathers fought and paid with blood for world peace. My family and I often recall this, but it is especially acute on Victory Day, when people everywhere honor the memory of the tragic events of 1941-1945.
My paternal great-grandfather was a tanker, but in the first months of the war there weren’t enough guns for everyone, and he was assigned various types of activities. He tried to be useful and in the first year earned a reward - for saving the senior in rank. Then he was identified in the company of tankers and given his transport. He fought quite successfully and destroyed about 10 enemy guns, but tragically died on the Kursk Bulge. In the first minutes of a fierce battle, his tank was surrounded and exploded. The body was never found. Details about the death of a valiant fighter were reported to relatives by his comrades. My grandmother remembered how they came after the war and for a long time told her mother how her husband loved, how he remembered about her and the children. Great-grandmother cried and prayed to meet him after death.
My other great-grandfather fought with special secrecy, little is known about him. He graduated from a sabotage school and was abandoned behind enemy lines for reconnaissance and sabotage operations. He was forbidden to communicate with his wife and son, he played the role of a completely different person. There he went missing, but materials about him were preserved in one of the local history institutions. He destroyed the enemy’s transport and storage depot along with his group. Then he was forced to hide and joined the partisan detachment. The detachment was soon surrounded, and no one survived. At the excavations they found only his badge, but no body was found. But my family and I remember him and honor his memory.
The Great Patriotic War is a difficult time in the life of our country. I would like that she never was, that my great-grandfathers differed on the labor front. However, even in harsh times, when the usual life was shattered into chips, they were able to survive and defeat. I'm proud of that.
