Born on 11/10/1920 in the village. Bolshoy Bugodak of the Verkhneuralsky district of the Chelyabinsk region. My grandfather was drafted to the front on May 20, 1942 at the age of 22. He served in the 116th Guards Separate Signal Battalion as a line supervisor, where he was awarded on 08.21.1943 - "Order of the Patriotic War, II degree." The feat that he accomplished, I accidentally found in old clippings of army papers: “The brave and brave fighter Zakharov, even during the Corps' spontaneous operations, repeatedly restored communications under enemy fire. On August 4, 1943, at 6:30 pm, the enemy with heavy artillery fire at the edge of the forest, south-west of Avdeevka, Smolensk region, damaged the communication line in several places. Comrade Zakharov was the first to run out to correct the line, without waiting for the ceasefire. While correcting the line, he fell under the bombing of enemy aircraft and was wounded in the head by shrapnel. Overcoming the pain and not paying attention to the flowing blood, he continued to restore communication in his area. Only then did he accept first aid, but refused to evacuate to the hospital, and began to watch the phone. This provided a stable connection. " After this feat, my grandfather went to the hospital. From the hospital he was assigned to the 517th Infantry of the Order of Alexander Nevsky. Regiment of the 116th Red Banner Infantry Division. The gunner of a tank machine gun of the 2nd Infantry Battalion, was awarded the medal "For valour" on 18.02.1945. For the fact that he was in the battle near the village of Gabalyne, the Priekule region of the Latvian SSR, quickly moved forward with a machine gun, he destroyed 4 German soldiers and an enemy light machine gun with machine-gun fire. My grandfather told me that he fought next to the battalion in which A. Matrosov served, and when Matrosov accomplished his feat (he rushed to the bunker and closed the embrasure with his body), Matrosov's battalion broke through, and the battalion where my grandfather fought was surrounded by three We were without food or water for days, and when they broke out of the encirclement, one of the colleagues ate bread and died of volvulus. Of course, this is very scary, and therefore my grandfather did not like to talk about the war. My grandfather met the victory in Latvia. On October 29, 1945 he returned home to his native village.