Rank: Red Army. Military biography. On the basis of the decision of the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR, my father Khrenov Ivan Prokhorovich was awarded the Order "RED STAR". In addition to this award, he has other high awards - Orders and Medals. Unfortunately, they are lost. My sister and I are looking for lost awards. Our father was a scout, was surrounded on the Kursk Bulge, carried out the task of destroying the German machine gunners who surrounded the Soviet scouts. In addition to the Kursk Bulge, he was directly involved in other hostilities. He did not really like to remember and talk about the war because was a very humble person. We, his daughters, asked to tell how dad fought, how he was seriously wounded, but he answered us: "I don’t want you to know about the horrors that I experienced." Dad took care of us ... And he himself experienced these horrors as a young 17-year-old boy. To go to the front and defend his homeland, he added one additional year to himself. According to the documents, he went to the front at 18, but in fact, at 17 ... During the day he tried not to talk about the war, and at night in his sleep he continued to fight. My sister and I, from some of the phrases we heard, guessed that in troubled dreams he returned to military operations, carried out commands, went on the attack. Very rarely, he did talk about the war. We know that he had a severe wound in the arm. The bone on the arm was completely shattered. Two large shards protruded from two opposite sides of the arm. At this time, the medical battalion was bombed and it was not possible to do anesthesia. The doctor said, "If you want to live, be patient." They operated without anesthesia ... They only gave me a glass of alcohol ... But the worst thing was ahead, when he was blown up by a mine and saw his leg in a boot in the sky - his foot was torn off. A crack formed in the bone and it was necessary to saw off a part of the leg higher ... After the operation, a crack formed again and again the leg was sawed even higher. And this went on many times ... This is the kind of pain he endured ... By this time he was only 19 years old ... He returned from the front without a leg, on crutches. Despite his disability and severe injuries, returning to a peaceful life, dad continued to work as far as possible. The wounds received during the war made themselves felt. Often wounds opened in the cult, they bleed, ached. He again bravely endured the pain. From time to time, when the wounds opened up to the bone, dad was treated at the hospital for disabled people of the Second World War in Ulyanovsk - this was necessary in order to at least slightly reduce the pain and maintain health. Then a terrible illness overtook him, accompanied by unbearable pain. And again he bravely endured. Even the doctor was surprised at his patience and said, “A front-line soldier is a front-line soldier.” On March 15, 1982, my dad passed away.