My father, Irkhin Fedor Anisimovich, born in 1915, was a participant and invalid of the Great Patriotic War. In his youth, he worked as a tractor driver in his native collective farm, married in 1936, and in 1937 left to serve for 3 years in the Red Army, at home with his mother, their first-born son Nikolai was born, in the same year. Coming from the army, he again worked as a tractor driver. When the war began, he went to the front at the very beginning of the war. In November 1941, a daughter, Nadezhda, was born, whom her father did not see until his return from the war in 1943. He fought in a defensive operation near Odessa, was wounded and lost a leg, was in the hospital, where his right leg was amputated to the knee. After being discharged from the hospital, he was sent for rehabilitation to Azerbaijan to his older brother Lukyan Anisimovich, who worked as some kind of chief at the Adji-Kabul railway station. After rehabilitation, he returned home to the Krasnodar Territory, the Srednyaya Chuburka farm in the Kushchevsky district, where he worked on the Oktyabr collective farm, having studied at livestock breeders' courses, since he could no longer work as a tractor driver on a prosthesis. He worked conscientiously, was a member of the collective farm board, a deputy of the village council, he was respected in his own collective farm. After returning from the war, they had 2 more daughters with their mother - Valentina (that's me) in 1944 and Raisa in 1949. We all grew up and received a secondary education, and then some - a higher, some a secondary technical. Father loved all of us very much and really took care of the family, was always interested in our affairs and helped in everything. He worked as a senior livestock breeder, a clerk and a manager of a sheep farm, devoting himself entirely to work and even retired at 55 for fear that it would take a long time to look for documents to confirm his status. I never used any benefits, since the first benefits for the 30th anniversary of the Victory came out only when he, already terminally ill, was in a hospital in Rostov-on-Don, and did not live six months before his old-age pension. We, his children, are very sorry that at a time when the real participants and invalids of the war were working conscientiously, no one honored them as the present remaining veterans. Therefore, we are glad that such an event as the immortal regiment revives the memory of everyone who is no longer with us, but they are alive in our memory and worthy of the best memories! And let no one dare to rewrite the history of our country and the history of the Great Patriotic War, in which our grandfathers and fathers defended our right to a peaceful life under a clear sky. Glory to all veterans and health to those who are alive, and to those who died and died, honor and respect. We always remember them. Eternal memory to all defenders and veterans!