Name: last NAME: seconds of NAME: Gregory middle name: Maksimovich CITY: borodayevka village, Verkhnedneprovsky district, Dnipropetrovsk region date of BIRTH: 20.11.1910 DATE of DEATH: - HISTORY: My grandfather's name is Grigory Maksimovich poida. He was born in 1910 in the village of Borodayevka, Verkhnedneprovsky district, Dnipropetrovsk region. My grandfather started his career on the farm of his father, he sowed bread. When he was 20 years old, he became a carpenter, and in 1932 decided to become a doctor. He entered the paramedic school and graduated in 1936. He worked as a paramedic in a regional hospital, and then in a health center of a metal equipment factory. In 1939, he entered the medical Institute, but did not finish it, because the second world war began. In February 1940, my grandfather was called up for military service. He became a senior paramedic of the 15th border detachment of the NKVD troops and served on the border. Rank: senior Lieutenant. Type of service: - ground forces, - air force (except naval aviation), - the coast guard, troops of the NKVD, - the border guards. The great Patriotic war caught my grandfather on duty. Grigory Maksimovich recalled: "I received my first baptism of fire on June 22, 1941 as a duty officer of the 15th border commandant's office in Pavilosta, Latvian SSR. At the time of the attempt to land the Nazi marine troops on our land. But we repulsed this attack by the forces of our Outpost." In September 1941, my grandfather was wounded by a sniper while helping a wounded man. The fascist shot him in the arm and he was sent to hospital No. 2011, which was located in Leningrad. It was at this time that the blockade began. Grandfather recalled those terrible days and said that they cooked soldiers ' belts, cut them into small pieces and ate them. They also tore off the window putty, which was made from flour and cooked it too. After the hospital, he goes back to the front and becomes a senior paramedic of the 2nd separate working battalion of the 23rd Army, the Volkhov front. A few months later, he was admitted to hospital No. 1821 and developed stomach and duodenal ulcers. This was due to his life in besieged Leningrad. From December 1942 to September 1943, he was appointed head of records management at the mobile field hospital No. 4167 of the southern front. My grandfather was very careful and tried to do everything well. And in September 1943, its mobile hospital became part of the 5th shock Army, I-th Belorussian front. Grandfather Grigory Maksimovich was awarded: - the order of the red star for spending days and nights with the wounded. He said that he often had to sleep standing up while changing the wounded on the operating table. And when he served in the city of vongrovets managed to organize a very fast loading and unloading of the wounded from the train. - Order of the "great Patriotic war I degree", medals: - for the capture of Berlin, - for the victory over Germany - and fourteen thanks from Stalin. He fought on the banks of the Vistula river, in the cities of Sochaczew, skerniewice, Lovich, DOI KROHNE, Merkisch Friedland, Stargard, Golinov, Shtepenitz, Massow, and also participated in the capture of Berlin and received thanks from the Supreme commander for this. My grandfather recalled: "the Great Patriotic war Ended in Berlin on my duty on 09.05.1945 as part of the PPG. No. 4167 of the 5th shock Army of General Berzarin" Our family carefully keeps documents, medals and orders, as well as records of our grandfather. I study these documents and my grandfather's battle path. I am proud to be the grandson of Grigory Maksimovich, because he saved the lives of wounded soldiers and served his Fatherland. He also wrote a poem: If the sun shone forever for everyone, and the threat of war disappeared forever Then the milky way Would become closer to us. then the friends of the galaxy would exclaim because We are one family in the entire universe. My grandfather was surprised that he went through the whole war and was not seriously injured, except for a wound in the arm, although more than once the Germans bombed the hospital. "I was like I was under someone's guard." I think God kept it.