Hello, dear Veteran!
I address to you on behalf of that generation, for the bright future of which you so selflessly fought. We bow to you!
The Second World War divided the worldview of many millions of people into two parts: life before and after the war. The Great Patriotic War took hundreds of thousands of souls to oblivion, broke many human destinies and left a deep imprint on the hearts of those who happened to live in this terrible time and participate in a bloody insanity of a world scale. But the Russian people united, left their personal fears aside and defeated the cruel enemy.
Listening to the stories of grandmothers and grandfathers about their military childhood or youth, you often catch yourself thinking that when the German troops invaded the territory
Many did not see more in their relatives and friends, many did not return from the battlefield at all.
But, despite all the difficulties and hardships, the Russian people survived, did not break down, did not give up, did not give the country into the hands of the enemy. Yes, everyone was scared, and the unbearable premonition of death was often accompanied by nervous trembling and the soldiers, and “tylovikov.” But people stepped over themselves, struggled for the country, for the bright future of their children and grandchildren.
On May 9, 2005, the sixtieth anniversary of the Great Victory will be celebrated in Russia. Every year there are fewer and fewer surviving witnesses to the bloody bout, and war veterans almost never come to the solemn parade. Very little will you be in the
And our responsibility is to bring to the next generations the realization that their carefree childhood has been washed away by the blood of millions of people who left their lives on the battlefield in the forties. And for every day we have lived, for every dawn we meet, we should thank the young and beautiful girls and guys who had to change their shorts and sarafans to a military uniform, braids and curvy hair – for a short haircut, weekdays and weekends – for hard work, and their home – on the dugout or trench. Your burnt youth can not be returned, and God forbid us and our children not to experience such a test in life.