They say that the outcome of the war also depended on one soldier. My grandfather, Aleksandr Nikolaevich Khokhryakov, was also such a soldier. Born on December 24, 1918 in the village of Senyashur, Debesskiy district of the Udmurt ASSR. My family was more fortunate than many others: Grandfather, having survived the horrors of the war, managed to return alive, but with a serious wound to the head. It all started well. Grandfather began his service as a Red Army soldier on 01/01/1940. The service was easy for a young soldier, still, a strong country boy! He quickly mastered the wisdom of soldier science. Let his grandfather begin his battle as a member of: military unit 432 howitzer regiment General Reserve Artillery 30 A Karelian Front (432 howitzer regiment General Reserve Artillery, 30 A KalF, 30 A, KalF) from the Smolensk defensive battle. For the feat accomplished on July 30, 1942, grandfather was awarded the Medal "For Courage". After a severe wound in the head, on July 19, 1944, he was sent to the hospital. After prolonged treatment, he returned to his homeland in June one thousand nine hundred and forty-five. In honor of the 40th anniversary of Victory on 04/06/1985, my grandfather was awarded the Order of the Patriotic War, 1st degree. Every year, a severe combat wound made itself felt more and more often. But, despite this, together with his grandmother, he was able to raise worthy 2 sons and a daughter. He also talked about the need to protect the world and be worthy citizens of your country. After a long illness, my grandfather died on March 30, 1990. People are passing away, and the memory of them will live for centuries in their children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren.… Grandfather has grown up a worthy replacement. When the time came to pay the sacred debt to the Motherland, his sons and grandchildren joined the soldiers' ranks. Grandfather's front-line items are carefully kept in our family: a medal, an order, a military ID and photographs that have turned yellow from time to time. Reviewing the pictures, I understand that victory does not get old. A hundred years will pass, and she will be as young in our hearts as in the bright forty-fifth, because the soldiers who procured her were dazzlingly young. I am very proud of my grandfather! Throughout the war, he defended his homeland from the Nazis, not sparing his strength and health, and made a great contribution to the Victory!