Khazov Mikhail Pavlovich is my great-grandfather. He was born in 1925 in the family of ordinary peasants Pavel and Pelageya Khazov. The family was large, there were 8 children. In 1937, my great-grandfather graduated from the 4th grade of school. There was no opportunity to study further in the village, it was necessary to help the parents. Great-grandfather began to work with his father on a collective farm. And then there was the war ... On January 4, 1943, the Pronsky district military registration and enlistment office of the Ryazan region, my great-grandfather was drafted into the Red Army. And, until the end of the war ... In the infantry from Moscow to Berlin ... On the front line ... He fought first as a signalman in a rifle regiment, then ended up in the artillery troops. And from August 15, 1943, until the end of the war, he was a scout of the 538th Army Mortar Regiment of the 33rd Army of the 3rd Belorussian Front. He was wounded three times, was in the hospital, but always did not complete his treatment and ran back to his regiment, to the front, to the front line ... At the front, my great-grandfather had a friend, Ivan Donskikh. A photo has survived, which he signed as a keepsake. Ivan Donskikh - Hero of the Soviet Union! I am proud of my great-grandfather! I am proud of his friend! As my mother says, of all the awards on May 9, my grandfather always wore only the medal "For Courage", treated her with great reverence and respect. Mikhail Pavlovich Khazov, a scout of the 1st battery of the Red Army, was awarded the Medal "For Courage" for the exemplary performance of the combat mission of the command on the front against the German invaders and for the valor and courage shown at the same time. On August 4, 1944, during the enemy counterattack in the Protspol region, together with the command platoon commander, he opened fire on the advancing enemy from his personal weapons and did not allow the Germans to reach the observation post. " My great-grandfather died in 2004. From my mother's stories I know a lot about him, I know about that terrible war, I know about the well-deserved and hard-won Victory of our people! The medal, documents and photographs of great-grandfather are our family heirlooms, which we cherish with great trepidation. And so it will be passed on from generation to generation, and the memory of my great-grandfather will live on! After all, if there was no Victory, then there would be no you and me! What could be more valuable than the memory of those terrible years and pride in our ancestors ?!