Probably there was a need to share some drawings about the war that the people of our country experienced. I want to convey the visions of ordinary people, not the hairy memories of political workers or military leaders.
Gennady Semenovich Shcherbakov, captain of 2nd rank and commander of a large diesel submarine lived a bright life and shared his observations and memories as an illustration of the event.
In the mid-1960s, only twenty years after the end of the war and not all of the heroes were dismissed in the reserve and even on holidays in the DOF (House of Officers) Polar organized feasts. 9 May. The solemn lunch ended, the officers went out to smoke and with them the commander of the brigade (?) The submarines. They began to ask him to tell something about the war. He refused for a long time, but the young Zador won, and the boss surrendered. Here is his story:
I was in the dosage for two weeks. During this time, no German ships or transports have been detected. I return to the Polar and to me immediately, as soon as I landed, on board the submarine, the sharp guys in skins jumped in. They looked at everyone and asked me, "Comrade Commander, did you release a combat sheet in the sea?
I answer – no.
“Did the wall newspaper be released?”
Again I say no.
“That’s why, Comrade Commander, you didn’t find anyone.”
Overall, for ten days my nerves trembled until I went on a journey again. Two vehicles were drowned on this journey. Upon returning – I give two salps, I am met with a pig... Again appeared sharp guys in skins. And again they approach me with questions: "Comrade commander, did you release the combat sheet in the sea? I answer – no. “The wall paper has been released?” I say again – No. “Comrade Commander, Sometimes we do nonsense to do. You have to throw them, throw them.”
Everyone laughed, except the head of the department.
This is what happened in the polar.