The great Patriotic war of 1941-1945 was one of the most terrible trials that befell the Russian people. Suffering, pain and grief then knocked on every house, touched every family. The war left a huge imprint on the minds of people and had severe consequences for the life of an entire generation. 65 years have passed since the Victory Day. The feat of the Soviet people who won the great Patriotic war and defended the freedom and independence of the Motherland will live for centuries! We, the younger generation, should know and remember what share fell to our great-grandfathers, and who made a decisive contribution to the victory over Nazi Germany. Memory... Human memory preserves and preserves what is no longer there, what has long passed, and reproduces in the mind of former memories. Even the most terrible, the most terrible… Believe me, people, the whole earth needs this memory. If we forget the war, war will come again. War... A cruel word that drains people of strength, but does not break their faith and hope. A war that left only letters from the front, military awards and the very part that still connects us with the past - memory. But over time, the medals are lost, the letters turn yellow, and the memory remains, because it is eternal. The war brought misery and suffering, but it provided outstanding examples of the courage and heroism of ordinary soldiers of the war. Sixty-five times the snow fell and melted. For sixty-five years the Apple trees were in bloom. The main thing for the past sixty-five years was that distant day in may, when the human heart was ready to burst with happiness-Victory! Much water has flowed under the bridge, overgrown trenches, vanished the ashes, a new generation grew up.. We are all waiting for a Great holiday of joy, a holiday of bright memory of the millions who died. For the blue sky overhead, for the pink, tender dawns, for a happy and peaceful childhood, we owe those who in the forty - first and forty-fifth gave their lives to protect our homeland. Those who met the Victory in the greatcoat, who still live near us, whose memory brings us back to all that we experienced - bitter and happy. What were they like in the last days of the war and in the hour when the deafening silence of the world suddenly fell? Back in may, they were young, happy, happy, thinking that they were going home soon, that life was going on. How many people have dreamed of such a quiet moment! My great-grandfather, Nikolai Ivanovich Zemlyanov, was born on February 28, 1914. When the Great Patriotic war began, he was 27 years old. As soon as the German attack on the USSR was announced, men and young boys who had just graduated from school went to apply for courses for pilots, signallers, and tankmen. My great-grandfather, Nikolai Ivanovich Zemlyanov, signed up for a pilot course, was promoted to Lieutenant at the end of the course and joined a flight regiment. For good service and performance of combat missions, Nikolai Ivanovich was appointed commander of the flight squadron. On his account, 35 enemy aircraft were shot down. But he had to serve only two years ( from 1941 to 1942) He was not destined to wait for this sweet moment of VICTORY! By order of the command, Nikolai Ivanovich was sent to the front at Stalingrad. From February 17, 1942 to February 2, 1943, there were fierce battles for the city of Stalingrad. The battle of Stalingrad lasted for two periods of defense and counteroffensive. The first period is from June 17 to September 12. 62 Army, led by General V. I. Chuikov, held back the superior strength and numbers of the German army of General Paulus. On August 23, the enemy broke through to the Volga and cut off the 62nd army from the Stalingrad front. The second period from September 12 to November 18-bloody battles were already in the city itself, for every street, for every house. And from November 19 to February 2-this is the period of counteroffensive. 22 enemy divisions, 160 separate units, 330 thousand people were surrounded by our troops. In the counteroffensive participated
The great Patriotic war of 1941-1945 was one of the most terrible trials that befell the Russian people. Suffering, pain and grief then knocked on every house, touched every family. The war left a huge imprint on the minds of people and had severe consequences for the life of an entire generation. 65 years have passed since the Victory Day. The feat of the Soviet people who won the great Patriotic war and defended the freedom and independence of the Motherland will live for centuries! We, the younger generation, should know and remember what share fell to our great-grandfathers, and who made a decisive contribution to the victory over Nazi Germany. Memory... Human memory preserves and preserves what is no longer there, what has long passed, and reproduces in the mind of former memories. Even the most terrible, the most terrible… Believe me, people, the whole earth needs this memory. If we forget the war, war will come again. War... A cruel word that drains people of strength, but does not break their faith and hope. A war that left only letters from the front, military awards and the very part that still connects us with the past - memory. But over time, the medals are lost, the letters turn yellow, and the memory remains, because it is eternal. The war brought misery and suffering, but it provided outstanding examples of the courage and heroism of ordinary soldiers of the war. Sixty-five times the snow fell and melted. For sixty-five years the Apple trees were in bloom. The main thing for the past sixty-five years was that distant day in may, when the human heart was ready to burst with happiness-Victory! Much water has flowed under the bridge, overgrown trenches, vanished the ashes, a new generation grew up.. We are all waiting for a Great holiday of joy, a holiday of bright memory of the millions who died. For the blue sky overhead, for the pink, tender dawns, for a happy and peaceful childhood, we owe those who in the forty - first and forty-fifth gave their lives to protect our homeland. Those who met the Victory in the greatcoat, who still live near us, whose memory brings us back to all that we experienced - bitter and happy. What were they like in the last days of the war and in the hour when the deafening silence of the world suddenly fell? Back in may, they were young, happy, happy, thinking that they were going home soon, that life was going on. How many people have dreamed of such a quiet moment! My great-grandfather, Nikolai Ivanovich Zemlyanov, was born on February 28, 1914. When the Great Patriotic war began, he was 27 years old. As soon as the German attack on the USSR was announced, men and young boys who had just graduated from school went to apply for courses for pilots, signallers, and tankmen. My great-grandfather, Nikolai Ivanovich Zemlyanov, signed up for a pilot course, was promoted to Lieutenant at the end of the course and joined a flight regiment. For good service and performance of combat missions, Nikolai Ivanovich was appointed commander of the flight squadron. On his account, 35 enemy aircraft were shot down. But he had to serve only two years ( from 1941 to 1942) He was not destined to wait for this sweet moment of VICTORY! By order of the command, Nikolai Ivanovich was sent to the front at Stalingrad. From February 17, 1942 to February 2, 1943, there were fierce battles for the city of Stalingrad. The battle of Stalingrad lasted for two periods of defense and counteroffensive. The first period is from June 17 to September 12. 62 Army, led by General V. I. Chuikov, held back the superior strength and numbers of the German army of General Paulus. On August 23, the enemy broke through to the Volga and cut off the 62nd army from the Stalingrad front. The second period from September 12 to November 18-bloody battles were already in the city itself, for every street, for every house. And from November 19 to February 2-this is the period of counteroffensive. 22 enemy divisions, 160 separate units, 330 thousand people were surrounded by our troops. In the counteroffensive participated