There were no fronts in the Great Patriotic War, where Turkmen soldiers did not fight ...
May 08, 2018 | 10:22 |396
The Great Patriotic War lasted four years. Only four years. But the memory of this terrible, most bloody battle in the history of mankind has been going on for more than seven decades. An unquenchable memory, the same as the Eternal Flame on the graves of fallen soldiers. There were no fronts on which the warriors-Turkmen did not fight from the first to the last day of the war. There is no such land, from the snow-covered fields near Moscow to the streets of the defeated Berlin, where our countrymen would not lie forever, poking out a terrible, sorrowful road to Victory. More than 70,000 Turkmen citizens were awarded orders and medals for military feats, 78 people were awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union. ... They were different - young and not very, from different cities and villages from the Caspian to the Amu Darya, different professions and religions. However, at that time there was only one belief - that nobody except them would protect their home. The war, though it thundered for thousands of kilometers, but its rumbling was more distinct and it could at any moment come to their doorstep. All of them were someone's husbands, sons, fathers, grandchildren. But all of them, unfamiliar, who did not know anything about each other yesterday, were united by a common destiny - war and a single goal - victory. Leaving families, relatives, loved ones, taking up arms, becoming soldiers, without hesitation and doubts, with fearlessness worthy of worship, they joined the huge army of defenders of the Fatherland, from their bodies, as from fire-resistant bricks to erect a great wall that blocked the way of an irresistible, seemingly at first, destructive force. Of course, the main burden of the war fell on the shoulders of soldiers, but Victory on the fronts would not be possible without a strong rear. The motto of that time "Everything for the front, everything for Victory!" was not just a rallying slogan. Indeed, people on this side of the war did their utmost to bring the brightest day as close as possible, when the long-awaited triumphant cry of "The war is over!" and the festive fireworks will flash many times brighter, reflected in the tears that filled the people's eyes.Vladimir ZAREMBO
During the war Turkmenistan was the location of evacuation hospitals where the wounded soldiers corrected their health to return to the battle, refugees arrived here, forced to leave the territory occupied by the enemy, children who lost their parents, not only warmed themselves in the soul and body, but found a new family and a new destiny in the far land.
It was here, that factories and plants, thrown deep into the country, converted to defense enterprises, produced aircraft and tanks, small arms, artillery guns, ammunition.
For the needs of the front, thousands of tons of ferrous and nonferrous metal, hundreds of thousands of grenades and mines, hundreds of wagons with warm clothes and linen, money collected by residents were sent from Turkmenistan.
Silver jewelry, many of which were genuine masterpieces of jewelry art, family heirlooms handed down from generation to generation, were donated and not spared by the Turkmen women to the Defense Fund. Over the years of the war, more than seven tons of silver and gold were surrendered by Turkmen women, and it should be noted that about 80 percent of all precious metals were collected in the country at that time.
The war not only changed the fate of yesterday's schoolchildren, engineers, doctors, cotton growers, students, teachers, it overnight changed the fate of their loved ones, transferring wives to widows, children into orphans, mothers to inconsolable soldier's madons. Seeing their sons and husbands to the front, women, of course, hoped that they would all return. But not all did. And they still believed and waited. First all the war, then the rest of their life.
For years they looked hopefully at the country roads, listened to steps and voices on the stairs, shuddered from the creaking of the wickets, from the doorbells and waited. Waited, despite the "funeral", from the notice "your husband and son were missing ...". Ability to wait is also courage. Bowing before the heroism of the defenders of the Fatherland, one can not help but bow to the courage of soldiers' wives and mothers, widows, all selfless women who believed, hoped, loved and waited. Who, despite any trials, has preserved and carried through the years in their patient hearts kindness, light and warmth. Supporting their families with devotion and love, they contributed to the overall victory.
... Several new generations of Turkmen people have already grown up, who know about the Great Patriotic War according to the stories of the elders, from books and movies. But they know and remember about it, because there is no family in Turkmenistan that would not be touched by the black wing of the war, leaving a tragic mark in the fate of the people.
Soldiers of the Great Patriotic War still live. Perhaps they live so long from the fact that the undiscovered life of their early departed friends on the front-line brotherhood makes former war veterans live two lives - their own and their deceased friend. They still hold on, but, unfortunately, less and less of those who have borne the burdens of front roads and battles on their shoulders remain among us. That is why we are more and more careful and reverent towards those to whom we owe our life and freedom.
Everyone who did not return from that sacred, sacrificial trek that disappeared, lying under the obelisks with the sad inscription "Unknown Soldier" had a surname, a name given by the parents at birth and they can not, should not disappear without a trace. Each of us leaves at least some trace on this earth.
We are alive and free today because they have shielded us from the misfortune by their bodies and souls. Should we forget about it? This is our common history, common pain and general glory. Monuments and obelisks to fallen soldiers are worthy of honoring the courage and heroism of all the soldiers, but the most imperishable memory remains in our hearts. And it will be alive as long as our hearts beat.
