My grandfather's friend, Misha, was a frightened but at the same time a lieutenant of artillery.
He commanded this friend with a machine of shelling fire (as it is now called) called "Katyusha". Well or badly commanded, but the machine was running on a scratch properly squinted.
In the summer of 1942, a division was relocated near Stalingrad.
"Katyush", one of the cars on the road banally stunned (autoprom is autoprom that in 1942 that in 2010). They were dug up, repaired, as they could by false means. It was naturally repaid for a successful repair. They pursued theirs. According to the Russian tradition and reliability of the cards naturally lost.
Step, the road is unclear where, and suddenly they see a pillar of dust in the step.
Brake the binoculars to the eyes - a German tank column. Pret - as at home - loudly as at the parade, over the tower loops chollen mouths of frits.
Uncle Misha, whether out of fear, or out of greed after the alcohol - unfolds the car with the front wheels in the square ("Katyusha" weapon is terrible, but the targeting is almost zero, and scratches only with a veil on the squares) and gives a salve with almost a straight clue. They burned the first rows, and there was panic. 8 tanks at the moment.
Well, “Katyusha” under the noise – “feet my feet”...
Did uncle Misha Hero (crew of Glory) and only picked out immediately for a delay from the vacation to the square for 20 minutes (only after the award - well not recorded in the penalty) the person was the square for another day.
Moscow was standing.
It would sound like a fairy tale – but General Paulus really stopped the offensive for a day. Those days, German intelligence searched for the positions of our troops. They could not believe in one.
Katyusha shot himself out of drunken horror.
This resulted in the formation of the Stalingrad militia.
And Uncle Misha ended the war as a captain in Dresden.
He died in the 75th eternal memory of you uncle Micho!! to