Remembering my grandpa today. His old photo albums are filled with pictures of smiles, friends, and girls. I like to think that after 5 years of war and hunger he had his share of freedom and peace, was able to enjoy his youth.
He would’ve been 96 today (May 2). Rest in peace grandpa, I love you.
June 22, the day World War II started for the Soviet Union, is the Day of Remembrance and Mourning in Russia.
This is my grandfather, who just turned 17 at the time, 4 months after the war started. It’s a tiny photo that came to my posession a couple weekes ago, kindly passed on to me by my cousin twice removed during a big family gathering.
War is not parades. War is not showing it to someone. War is 17 year old boys wearing military uniform, killing and being killed. War is broken lives of an entire generation.
Never forget!
Помню. Скорблю.