My father told me. It was in Moscow during the war.
Great Patriotic - the year of edak in 1944. My father was 13-14 years old, but he says he remembers it very well.
So, he goes on the subway, and at one of the stations comes an officer with a little son. The officer's whole face is in fairly fresh scars - everything is clear: recently with the front, he suffered for his homeland. The people look at the officer with great respect: the courageous defender. And then the child, noticing the general attention, decided to clarify the situation and remove the excessive pathos: "Yes, no, it's his mom thrash!"
The couple had to go to the next station.