Bogachev Fyodor Antonovich Bogachev Fyodor Antonovich was born in an ordinary village family with four children. When he, at the age of 19, just graduated from the Susaninsky RKSH and headed the veterinary station at Kuznetsovsky collective farm, the war started. A young and talented veterinarian was called at the very beginning of the war up. Fyodor Bogachev was assigned to the 5th airborne corps of the red army. For his inquisitive mind, for his zeal for study, he was sent to the Sergeant courses in Ramensk, near Moscow. By nature, he was a very charismatic guy, for which all the guys respected him, even the commanders. On March 5, 1942, the 39th rifle guards division was formed on the basis of the 5th airborne corps under the command of Lieutenant Colonel N. Leshchinin. Exactly this division received its baptism of fire at Stalingrad. They, all the young guys, had the most difficult and responsible task- to defense Stalingrad. The young guard Sergeant Fyodor Bogachev was sent to the very Inferno. Fyodor Bogachev wrote about his feelings and experiences on a piece of paper to send it to his homeland. His article about fighting in Stalingrad was published in a local newspaper. But, unfortunately, the newspaper, along with letters from the front, was destroyed during the fire in the old dilapidated wooden house, and archival searches for a duplicate were not successful. On October 29, 1942, during the defense of Krasny Oktyabr factory, after the death of the commander Fyodor Bogachev was killed during a crossfire. The message about his death came in a letter from Alexey Provorov, his fellow villager. The funeral was a month later. Alexey went through the entire war, and when he returned home, he told Fyodor's mother, Anastasia Ivanovna, how her son died. From the memories of Alexey Provorov, his fellow villager: "We held the defense in the shop of Krasny Oktyabr factory. Small groups of Germans moved around the factory, skirmishes occurred in various areas and communication with other units of the division was completely absent. The commander was seriously wounded, so Fyodor, as the senior officer, was ordered to take command. Another bombardment began from all sides, and then, as if for evil, bombs fell from the sky like a snow. The commander led us to cover. He saved all of us, but he didn't have enough time to hide. He covered all of us and was the last to leave. The blast wave moved him 200 meters far away. When it started to be more calm around, we went to look for the commander. We saw some boots sticking out of the ground, dug up, and found ...Fedor. We buried out commander nearby." That's how the life of Fyodor Antonovich Bogachev, a talented 20-year-old veterinarian, ended. He found his rest far from home on Mamayev Kurgan in Volgograd. And our whole family remembers and honors the memory of our hero.