Father told me yesterday...
It was this year in 1942-43. The Kursk Arka. Messiah is unusual. After all, countries are sending supplements. They sent from Siberia whom they could, a cousin of the father-in-law also got there, he was 55 years old at the time of the call. He never served, so he was immediately assigned to the grounds of the field kitchen, because the collective farmer, that is, knows how to manage horses. In short, he started delivering the slaughter to the front. The work is difficult but very responsible, because the hungry soldier is unable to fight. For a month he was under fire with the chef, not without delay, but try not to be late under the bombardment. In general, once he went on another flight, they that the kitchen had left. The drive to the front was thirty minutes. The soldiers wait for an hour, second, third. of worry. Call to Headquarters. They wavered and did not return. Three soldiers are sent along the route of the kitchen. After a while, the soldiers stumble upon the painting with oil. An elderly man (uncle of a father-in-law) smokes near the kitchen shot in several places. Nearby there are seven bodies in protective masquerades and another body of the cook. Soldiers in Houston. “Who did this?” and. The old man said calmly. “They!!!”(And of the weapons they had on two with the cook was one old three-line civil war). But there is one but. We are from Siberia, the uncle of the father of Burjat, a descendant hunter. White really got in the eye. And while with the cook on the front ride, the rifle from doing black shot. After that, he was transferred to snipers, arrived in Prague, where he was commissioned after his injury.