BACKGROUND: Semyon Andreyevich Zvezdilin was called up on February 6, 1942 by Khrenovsky RVC. He fought at the 1st Ukrainian Front. From the award sheet: "Performing the post of automatic rifleman 49 rd 33rd army in the battles at Smolensk direction in the forest on August 13, 1942, was lightly wounded by a shrapnel of a mine in his right forearm and went to hospital for treatment. Acting as the shooter of 695 rd in the battles for the village of Lipovets, Vinnitsa region, on March 12, 1943, was lightly wounded by a shell fragment in his right arm and went to hospital for treatment. Acting as the shooter 49 rd in the battles for the city of Donetsk, Voroshilovograd region on March 11, 1944 was seriously wounded by a shrapnel in both legs and went to the hospital for treatment. Acting as the shooter 454 rd 221 rd 69th Army 1 The Ukrainian Front on July 20, 1944 in the battles for the town of Zlochevo was seriously wounded by a mine fragment in both legs and the right hand and went to hospital for treatment. The wound resulted in the absence of a thumb and reduction of 2 and 3 fingers on the right hand. He was found unfit for service after the treatment. Fired from the RKKA as a disabled person of the 3rd group". Semyon Andreyevich was awarded the Order of the Red Star and the Order of the Great Patriotic War of I degree. Semyon always felt which bullet will fly by and which one will hit him. During the war, he constantly read a prayer to Mikhail Archangel. Sometimes a bullet flew past, taking just the earflap from the hat. Because of injuries in hospitals, he was a frequent visitor, but never returned home, always to his unit. He told very little about the war to his relatives, he did not like it. We only knew that he was a scout for some time. From the front he wrote letters to Maria Zenina (his first wife), one of them she remembered the most: 'Instead of a line only dots, guess what it means yourself'. After the war, Semyon Andreyevich worked at a collective farm. His military pension was only 9 rubles. No matter how much my great-grandfather tried to forget about the war, it constantly reminded of itself: his combat wounds made themselves known. His jaw was shattered, his tongue was dangling, and his leg had to be cut off. He died on August 26, 1990, he was buried in the village Parusnoe, Novousemansky district.