The story is not funny, but I think it is quite interesting. It happened with a friend of my grandfather (the kingdom of both is heavenly).
As 19-year-old boys, they were called into the ranks of the Red Army in that distant and terrible 1941 and went to defend the Motherland. Grandfather fought in the parachute regiment, was seriously wounded and in 1943 demobilized from the active army.
From his friend - a joke, a ballagour and a lucky man, there were no news. In other words, he was “disappeared.” My grandfather comforted my friend’s parents.
He assured me that everything would be okay with him, that he wasn’t such a character to take and the abyss. “He will come back after the war, he may be in captivity, but he will survive, he is alive.”
Then it turned out he was looking into the water. In 1946, his mother received the first letter from his son. He wrote that everything was okay, he was in his homeland, in the USSR and soon will return. He returned a year later, thin, exhausted, serious, but not broken. And told the amazing story of his life, which I will try to bring here: Almost as soon as he got on the front, his unit was thrown to breakthrough. The breakthrough ended in a failure, and he received three gunshot wounds and was captured unconsciously. How he survived in captivity is a separate story. But he did not defile his soldier's honor by joining the Turkestan Legion.
(analogue of the Vlasov ROA, recruited from soldiers from the Central Asian republics of the USSR), did not cooperate with the Germans. by V
In 1944, they were sent to dig rocks in France, where the landing of the Allied troops was to take place. After the landing of the landing, he and several comrades unfortunately, having broken a small number of guards with shells and blades, fled to the Americans. The Americans sent him to their camp for former Red Army prisoners. According to him, he was in the United States. As he later told, he there first learned what the 8-hour working day is, healed and strengthened, they worked on the farms of Americans. For the first time in my life, I saw private cars and gasoline. For the guy from the Aula, it was a shock! My grandfather told me that they laughed at him in the hall and did not believe that there were gas stations where you could easily come and buy gasoline.
After the end of the war, a Soviet officer came to them in the camp, I think that a military attaché at the embassy or something like that, and began to agitate to return to the Motherland, to say that the war was over and all who were captured but did not bother themselves with cooperation with the Nazis may not be afraid of anything, etc. etc. Some did not believe it and remained in the United States, and most decided to return. They were brought to some paradise island, where there was warmth, the sea, fed until the fall and no work. They waited for the Soviet transportation for about a month. As a result, some tanker arrived, everyone was loaded into a trunk and the difficult road home began. As a result, they were brought to Sakhalin, imprisoned in some terrible camp and interrogations and trials began. A lot of people have been in camps for 10-15 years. The boy was spared - he was able to prove that he was captured unconsciously, heavily wounded and captured with the Germans did not cooperate, behaved decently. Instead of camps, he was sent to the mine, where he had to work for 10 years. The conditions differed little from the camps.
The only difference is the right to correspondence and the opportunity to sometimes go to the settlement, where their barracks stood. After about six months of torture work, he realized that 10 years he could not withstand. The health undermined by severe injuries and the prison camp began to give serious failures. Then one of the "former" people regretted the boy and advised him to commit a minor crime. Deskat will be caught, planted, but for a short time - a year and a half, and after the seizure will be sent to the place of permanent residence. The boy thought-thought and decided, entered the house of one of the peasants, stuffed something out of the food and clothes there, and got caught with the shelf. The trial was inadequate, given a year and a year later he was actually expelled to his native South Kazakhstan. After all these customs and adventures, he graduated from the Kaplanbek Zoo Veterinary Technicum, worked as a veterinarian in a collegiate farm and retired, soon quietly died.
This is the fate of man.