Here is Germany. On the border of Poland and Germany there were many distilleries, and we bought this product. The fighter will drink a glass of alcohol, and behind the wheel - and not a single accident.
There was a lull, and I ordered from the German boots in the latest fashion - so narrow that each boot pulled on for half an hour. On one of the nights, a shooting started up at the location; a group of Germans, coming out of the encirclement, ran at us. I jumped out of the cabin where I spent the night, and when the shooting had subsided, I looked: and I was in my boots. And how they pulled?
Our doctor is not lucky. The soldiers brought trophy clothes to her: dresses, skirts, and she put all this in a suitcase, and, so that she did not hesitate, put it along. We were hit by a plane, and a bullet pierced this suitcase.
The division was advancing away from Berlin, and the division commander turned to Zhukov: Armenians want to storm Berlin. The division was transferred, and she participated in the assault. We brought ammunition almost to the front. They also fell under the shells of the faustnik, lost several cars and fighters.
We drove for loading and stopped near the cemetery wall, and in the cemetery there was a group of Germans leaving Berlin. We set the machine gun in the breach and shot and shouted: Hitler Kaput, Hyundai Hoch, and such. The Germans hesitated, but they did not know how many of us, they only heard that a convoy of cars had approached. If we had made a breakthrough, we would have been crushed in five minutes. Ok, ours seemed tank column, and mixed the Germans with the graves. (The most interesting thing is that either in 1975 or in 1980, it seems, in Pravda, there were memoirs of war correspondents, and one of them described this incident, only he did not write what happened next with this lieutenant and with the convoy, he left. Unfortunately, I lost a note while moving.)
They took Berlin, and the division was taken to the suburbs. We went to the Reichstag and even signed on it - barely found a place at the top.
Loaded two cars brandy, and once loaded the candy machine. We arrive at the location looking into the body, and there are almost no sweets. We ask the fighter who was sitting in the back: “Where are the candies?”
“Commander, you understand, we are going, civilians are walking and I threw a handful to them, and they rush as if interesting. And I began to throw them and the boxes, and they were so thrown, it is interesting. "
So almost all the candy scattered.
They laughed, what to take with him.
Announced the end of the war and what started here: who had what, shot him in the air. Even from anti-aircraft guns, they did not bring down their Po-2.
The soldiers drove me a few cars, especially the Maybach was good. But they were not allowed to take it to themselves - it is not supposed to be a junior officer.
Began partial demobilization, and especially women. They solemnly built them all on the solemn wires: on the right flank, the most beautiful, portly and descending. And the rewards on the chest are the same.
The divisional divisions bypasses them, and on the left flank there is a small, ugly - and not a single reward.
He asked her: "Where did she serve?"
"In the company of a nurse."
"And endured the wounded?"
"Yes".
He turned to the Chief of Staff: Order of the Red Banner, issue and hand over.
In the fall, the division was transferred to Yerevan.
Awarded: Order of the Red Star, medal "For Military Merit", "For Courage."