Branch of the armed forces: Military medical staff Time… It is constantly moving forward, taking away people dear to us, erasing events, facts, and dates in our memory. But there are events over which time is powerless! They are always there for us in letters of fire to show through the oblivion from the pages of history. These include the Great Patriotic war, the 70th anniversary of which we will celebrate in the coming year. In our family, we often talk about the war, remember relatives who did not return home, and there were many of them. When I was younger, I didn't understand why. Why do they talk about war? After all, my father and mother are so young, and my grandmother was born after the war! As I grew up, I began to realize these conversations. I began to understand that when we remember, we remember… Our homeland was going through a difficult time. An evil and powerful enemy was stiffly eager to seize the land and enslave the people. Freedom, happiness, honor, and finally life itself depended on everyone who went to the front or stayed in the rear, and so Victory in may 1945 became possible. Thinking about this, I suddenly clearly remembered our meetings, conversations with the frontline nurse-Bogdanova Olga Illarionovna. We often invited her to go to school. She never turned down the opportunity to talk to us, to share what she was worried about, to tell us about what she had to go through there, in the war. To my great regret, this bright woman left us. Young, beautiful, full of energy, she went to the front. Just a day before the war, she turned 21! The girl was sent to a mobile hospital on the Belarusian front as a nurse, which was part of until the end of 1944. This fragile girl has experienced a lot! She saw pain, blood, suffering, death. This modest woman did not like excessive attention to herself and asked us to call her grandma Olya. She told how she helped the surgeon during the operation. The hospital was almost on the front line. Shells exploded nearby, bullets whistled, and she stood and handed medical instruments: after all, she had to help the soldier, as she affectionately called the soldiers. "I stand and whisper: be patient, my dear. Just a little bit left, " - said Olga Illarionovna.I asked her once:- Grandma Olya, were you afraid?She looked at me intently and said softly:- Silly, of course it was. I was so young. Who wants to die? I wasn't thinking about myself at the time. There were wounded people there, they had to be helped!» I loved watching her, I loved seeing her eyes. They sometimes became angry, then suddenly they would warm up, then they would be filled with some deep sadness that I didn't understand, or even a tear would flash in them. So vividly she remembers everything she experienced. "Meeting with death in war was the most terrible, but everyday business-a fierce battle with the enemy did not spare anyone. No one knew what would happen to each of us in an hour, or even in an hour, a minute, or a second! Olga Illarionovna continued to tell the story. - God forbid, you will experience this!» I understood these words especially acutely when war footage began to appear on TV screens: the frightened eyes of children, the helplessness of mothers who do not know how to protect their children, and the destruction. This is in our time! War, and very close to war! How could this happen? Who's crazy? Who forgot the lessons of the great Patriotic war? That is why the theme of war is constantly appearing in our house! Parents want us to remember. And if we remember, we won't allow it. How I want to tell all people: "Let's join hands and be friends, live in peace!»