Composition of the memory of the war
I was born in a happy, peaceful time, but I’ve heard a lot about the war, because grief and misfortune did not bypass my relatives and friends. My aunt’s grandmother’s brother Alesha died in 1942, and he was only eighteen. In the very heat of the war my great-grandfather and both grandfathers used to be.
His grandfather Ivan, I only know from the stories of my father, who carefully keeps his order book and front-line relics. My grandfather, Soplyakov Ivan Semyonovich, in March, one thousand nine hundred and forty-one, passed the exams for the high school course ahead of schedule and entered the Kazan Tank School, and three months later the war began. Then it will be called the Great Patriotic War. So not having completed his studies at the military school, he was promoted to the Stalingrad Front by the commander of a tank platoon in the rank of junior lieutenant. The city of Stalingrad stood in a fierce battle with the Nazis. There took the first battle and the
In the Great Battle of the Kursk Bulge he had already commanded a tank company. What is the Prokhorov battle, we know from the lessons of history. And according to my grandfather’s memories – it was a steel mincer. Through the observation slots, nothing was visible, and if in the field of view a cross, painted on the armor of a German tank, fell, then immediately shot.
In this battle, the grandfather killed a German tank and a self-propelled gun. He was introduced to the Order of the Red Banner, but he received this order after the hospital, because right after Prokhorovka the tank division in which he served was transferred to Kharkov to help the Steppe Front. And on the march the tank company of the grandfather came across an ambush.
The first one was the head tank of the company commander, that is, my grandfather. From the burning tank he was pulled by the charging Kovalev, he identified him in the medical battalion. Grandfather regained consciousness only a month later in Chelyabinsk. Then treatment. And again – into battle. The medals with which
For the war years, my grandfather burned the fascist tanks, but he himself did not save himself: he burned seven times. Was injured. Concussion. And it’s a great pity that I did not live to see our days. After all the war, he died tragically in peacetime. It is unfortunate that the stories about his military path do not come from him, but from memories of relatives and friends.
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