Batmanov Alexander Ilyich (1926-1987). having Attributed to himself an extra year, he was drafted into the army on may 17, 1944. Sent to study in Novosibirsk in VSRS (evacuated Voronezh school for radio specialists). After graduation, he was sent to the front by the head of the radio station. He was constantly on the front line and reported the coordinates of the enemy. I often had to go to the intelligence service. Once they took the "language" with the rank of Colonel. He surrendered without any resistance, at the mere mention of Marshal Zhukov's name. One incident is very memorable :" it was in Western Pomerania in February 1945. Our group of 11 people went out to investigate. The Germans spotted us and drove us for three days. I had to drown the radio station, went hungry, without sleep. I voluntarily stayed to detain the Germans so that others could leave. He was captured and was with the Germans for three days. Surprisingly, they didn't beat me during interrogations. I was sitting in a stone cattle shed, hoping that my friends would come to the rescue,but I was digging myself. I escaped by accident: a Katyusha shell tore down the roof of the barn." Participated in the storming of the Reichstag, coordinated the finding of the enemy. Was together with those who hoisted the banner over the Reichstag, left his inscription on the Reichstag. Awarded the order of Glory of the 3rd degree, medals "for the liberation of Warsaw", "for bravery"," for the capture of Berlin","for the victory over Germany". Awarded the diploma of Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin for the capture of Berlin and the diploma of Marshal Zhukov for the capture of the Reichstag. He was discharged in August 1950. My father was lucky, and my brothers were lucky, but they all returned home. And not just returned, but with honor passed all the tests of the war, protecting the freedom and independence of our homeland from the enemy. No, not three times – the Batmanov brothers know the war by sight a thousand times. They are soldiers, defenders of the sacred borders of our Motherland, the sons of a hereditary peasant who is in love with the land. How much strength, blood, and sweat this monstrous war had drained from him. The Batmanov brothers won a happy life for their children and grandchildren from the Nazis.