Type of troops: Military medical staff. My grandmother told me how she first found herself in the operating room of the evacuation hospital No. 5005 (located in the building of the Kiev railway station). She was washing the floor in the corridor when an assistant ran out of the operating room, saw her and said: "Drop it, we need help urgently!". She quickly put on her robe and went to the table where the wounded man was lying, whose leg the surgeon had decided to amputate. "Hold the leg!" the surgeon said, and started the amputation. My grandmother was in shock and bewilderment: "Why, are you going to cut off the leg like this?. "Yes, like this!" the surgeon confirmed. At some point, she felt that the leg of the wounded man had moved away and was holding on, only because it remained in her hands. At this moment, according to her, she felt completely sick and an experienced surgeon, noticing this, shouted to the assistants: "Girls, hold her, or she's going to fall." And, indeed, she did... they picked her up and gave her a cigarette to bring her to her senses. ...Blood was everywhere, groans of the wounded and mutilated-straight from the front in a train to the Kiev railway station and immediately to the hospital, which was overcrowded. And so began her hard days as a nurse, which left indelible marks in her soul, and on her feet - severe varicosity from daily dragging the stretchers with the wounded. She always remembered these moments with tears: she gave her best, around the clock, but it was impossible to help everyone-death, moans, pain, dozens and hundreds of those who can no longer stand on two legs, hold something in their hands, fully see and hear. From very young guys to strong men. The war spared no one.