Branch of troops: Military Medical Personnel. Subdivision: 8th Guards Rifle Rezhitskaya Order of Lenin Red Banner Order of Suvorov I. V. Panfilov Division. Valentina Ivanovna Panfilova, the eldest daughter of General Ivan Vasilyevich, was a front-line medic._x000D_ “I went to the front with my father,” said Valentina Ivanovna. - He did not resist for long. Mom did not, as well. I was already 18! There was only one agreement to follow: not to show any family connection. I didn’t show. Thanks to this, I learned a lot about my dad from a side._x000D_ I served in the Medical Battalion, and the wounded, without hesitation, discussed their Division Commander, at my presence. He was appreciated and called «Pop”. On November 16, 1941, the Germans launched a second general offensive against Moscow. And on the morning of November 17, medical officers were providing assistance to the wounded soldiers of the mortar troops. The path ran through the Division command post. Taking the opportunity, in a hurry, I went to see my father. _x000D_ Oh, he was so happy to see me! Asking about the letters from home, the general immediately began to praise the soldiers of his Division: “Imagine: fifty steel monsters go to the trenches, and a handful of our brave men enter into single combat with them. And they win! ” There was so much sparkle in my father's eyes. I could hardly assumed that this was our last meeting. By the morning of the next day, the number of wounded increased by the hour. Combat injuries, blood, groans echoed from all sides of the dressing station. I had to work tirelessly. During the next dressing, calming the seriously wounded soldier who was sobbing loudly, I suddenly learned about the death of my father. But the soldier was crying not from battle wounds, but from the fact that Pop was killed! They buried my father in Moscow. I was the only one of our large family at the funeral. _x000D_ After I immediately returned to my unit to fight until Victory. And on December 6, at dawn, a deafening cannonade began. At times, it seemed that the whole earth was turned inside out. We jumped out into the street and the first thing we saw was a large batch of our fierce bombers, accompanied by “hawks,” flying towards the enemy positions. Equipment is pulling up along the roads, troops are marching. Why, this is an offensive! The heart beats with joy. We rip off our hats and throw them up: “Hurray! We are advancing! " _x000D_ On that memorable day, the Kryukovo station passed from hand to hand several times, the enemy fiercely resisted. We have many wounded, but no one wanted to be evacuated. During the bombardment, I was wounded by small fragments in the face and my head. But after putting on a bandage, I continue to work. Finally a breakthrough! And our units rushed forward, liberating the Moscow Region, Tula, Ryazan regions. Disfigured fascist equipment is lying on the side of the road, corpses in mouse-gray greatcoats lie. A column of Nazi prisoners is moving towards us. They whine dejectedly, distorting Russian words: "We are leaving... General Panfilov ... Your Division is wild …". Even after his death, the father was terrible to the Nazis!