Rank: Lieutenant Colonel. Branch of the service: Ground Forces Unit: 3rd Moscow Communist Rifle Division. _x000D_ The hardships of the First World War fell to his shoulders. Straight from the imperialist trenches, he went to the Civilian war in Russia. There he was a common soldier, a Comissar, and a unit Commander. When he was demobilized from the Red Army, he held various leading economic positions. The Great Patriotic War found him in the position of Chief of the Central Board of one of the USSR people's commissariats. In October 1941, Pshenichny had the opportunity to be evacuated with the People's Commissariat. However, hearing about the call of the Moscow Bolsheviks' activists to defend the capital, he decided that his place was there, in the folk combat formation of people who fought with the Nazis, and voluntarily joined the Communist Battalion. During the formation of the 3rd Moscow Communist Division, he agreed to become the assistant Chief of Staff of the Regiment, then became the Commander of the 1st Battalion of the Regiment. _x000D_ In January 1942 Pshenichny P. M. appointed Commander of the 664th Infantry Regiment, assessing his endurance, cold-blooded prudence and management, efficiency and, courage. His subordinates loved him very much. Pshenichny was one of those commanders who were always and everywhere at the forefront, in the midst of the soldiers. For example, reconnaissance group was organized to capture a "prisoner tongue" for interrogation, Pshenichny would come to the recons, talks with each of them, personally checks the plan of the operation, makes adjustments, together with the recons for several days studies the terrain, approaches to the enemy's trenches, etc. There is a fierce combat, people can not to torn off their head above the ground, Pshenichny suddenly appears and raises the fighters to attack. There were legends about the courage and say-devil actions of Pyotr. They said that he was bewitched by an enemy bullet. _x000D_ His comrades joked: “The skeletal old woman wielding a scythe is scared of Communist Comrade Pshenichny. And besides her, who dares to touch him?” Pshenichny, commanding regiment, led people into combats, raised them in attacks, and only once he was wounded in the arm. What a source of strength had he, even then, an elderly man, who able to lift up his wounded, bloody hand and lead the fighters forward? Anyone who saw this remembers to this day. The Order of Lenin marked his extraordinary feat. The Regiment Commander died on August 16, 1942 from a stray mine fragment after a a fierce combat. Someone claims that it was a sniper's bullet. Pyotr died a hero's death. The service of a commander is a daily burning at work, an everyday efforts. Every day and hour he bears an enormous responsibility before the people, before all those whom he leads into combat, before his own conscience. Many warm memories were left about the Commander, Pshenichny P.M. by his comrades in arms.