О чем сегодня думается?... Мои дедушки - Иван...

What are you thinking about today? ... My grandfathers are Ivan Andreevich Komolov, a front-line soldier, a signalman who passed from the Sinyavinsky and Mginsky swamps, through the Oranienbaum bridgehead, the Narva crossing to Estonia, awarded three medals "For Military Merit" and one "For Courage", in a dream, until his death, he went to hand-to-hand combat and screamed terribly. He said almost nothing about the war. Well, so ... some funny episodes. About the rest - only separate phrases. As the first to take Ropsha and as a result of a terrible mistake of command in the morning, in the fog, he went into battle with his own, having lost many people ... How scary it was near Narva ... As in January 1944, the Gostilitskoye Highway crossed here and there and didn’t could go. As we sat in neighboring trenches with a German “colleague” -refighter and did not touch each other (because then the enemy would immediately cover you in his own coordinates), but leaving on the order, everyone threw a grenade at a neighbor. And whoever makes it the first is lucky ... My second grandfather, Alexander Mikhailovich Rumyantsev, was the foreman of the anti-aircraft battery, until the end of the blockade he was in Leningrad, first in Alexandrino Park, then at the meat processing plant. He was awarded only the medal "For the Defense of Leningrad." Only. And also did not say almost anything. About the first massive raids on the Gorelovo airfield, when there was nowhere to hide from the bombs and he just lay on the ground and looked into the sky, at how the bombs were separated from the planes, and thought: if overhead, it means not mine. If a little ahead, he closed his eyes and waited. About the battery dog, who had heard in advance the approach of the aircraft and clearly distinguished ours and not ours. About the Leningrad boy who rode a bicycle along the street and so with a bicycle and “stuck” to the wall of the house with a fragment of an unexpected shell ...
My grandmothers Antonina Ivanovna and Zinaida Artemyevna are blockade women, and also a couple of minor stories from each. All.
At the dacha in the village of Shalovo, where I lived since childhood, 15 people did not return from the war., Of these, only six people are considered dead, the rest are missing. The village was under the Germans. And also none of the neighbors said anything.
They did not say anything about the war. But how do we all know that? Why does all this burn the heart.
Why can't we women of the second post-war generation calmly listen to “Farewell of the Slav”?
PS grandfather Sasha made a needle box from his "suicide bomber" after the war. And I still keep needles in it