"And we, brother, are from infantry, and in summer it's better than in winter."

The boys came to the war a few days after school proms. We thought about adventures, but found ourselves on the front, in the very heat, where even the rifles were not enough for everyone.

Very young in a terrible and ruthless war.

Now they are all the same, all in greatcoats and boots. Now they are dreaming at least once a delicious meal, sleep and dry wet clothes.

Someone did not even have a girlfriend. So they take care of nurses and radio operators. So you want tenderness and love!

Every day brings new deaths, pain and bitterness of loss. Someone perishes in intelligence, someone in battle, and someone from a stray bullet. Many are wounded.

Just to live to win!

"Do not lead, sergeant-major, that there should be silence. The sergeant does not obey everything. This sad song was invented by the war ... In an hour the bayonet begins. "