Rank: Senior Sergeant. Type of troops: Armored and mechanized troops. My father, Glukhov Vladimir Mikhailovich, on July 15, 1941 at 15 o'clock left Kargapolye station for the front. The Great Patriotic War was going on. Already without him, on July 22, 1941, a son was born - Glukhov Vladimir Vladimirovich. He fought in the armored forces as a tank driver in the Zhukov Army. He already had military experience - the war with the Japanese and the Finnish one was behind him. From November 13, 1935 to February 1938, he served in the Far East in Manchuria, fought on a wedge heel on Lake Khasan and the Khalkhin-Gol River with the Japanese. From September 11, 1939 to August 1940, he took part in the battles in the Finnish War as a driver. He transported the shells there, and back - the wounded. In the Great Patriotic War, having such experience, it was easier to fight. At the end of 1943, he was slightly wounded and lost a tank. For a new tank he was sent to the city of Nizhny Tagil, Chelyabinsk region (almost home). On October 10, 1943, my mother took her son for the first time to show his father to Nizhny Tagil. Father was ordered to leave for 4 months to train young tankers at a training ground in Nizhny Tagil. They offered to remain an instructor. The father refused and filed a report on being sent to the front. On January 25, 1944, he came home for a visit for 5 days, after which he left for the front. In early May 1944, when crossing the Oder River, there was a direct bomb hit in Poland. The father was wounded (wounded in the head), two phalanges of the ring finger of his right hand were torn off and a wound in the knee. A radio operator, also wounded, pulled out of the burning tank. The paint from the burning tank bounced off and pierced his father's face. All over my face were such black and green beads. I touched them, rolled them under the skin and wondered why my dad had such a strange face. Over time, they all came out and the face became clean, just a little porous. After the hospital, my father was discharged from the tank forces. In the distributor, all (such) were lined up. The captain came out and examined. He went up to his father, ran his finger along his straight nose and asked: - Siberian? The father answered: - Siberian. - If there are still Siberians, get out of order and me. So my father left for a new place of service already as a driver. He was officially retired in February 1946.