We present the winners of the competition dedicated to the Defender of the Fatherland Day. Second place.
Came to serve as a lieutenant in 1978 in a missile regiment. The regiment was famous (unfortunately, it was). He was the first to take up combat duty in 1976 on the new Pioneer ground mobile complexes. The Americans called our regiment "The Flying Dutchman".
Served in our regiment as the chief of communications, Major T. The only front-line soldier in the regiment who has the military order of the Red Star. During the war, our regiment was a brigade - 57th Guards Svirskaya Red Banner Orders of Suvorov, Kutuzov and A. Nevsky. However, the personnel of these guards units are not spoiled with awards. The units themselves, yes - almost all of the guards and order-bearing ones, but the personnel are not very good. And the most interesting thing is that the order was awarded to a signalman, who were always bypassed by awards. Who served knows. They remember about the signalman only when there is no connection and only in order to throw in something, you know, not entirely pleasant.
How true this story is, I don't know. Veterans told us, not T.
In 1943, Jr. Lieutenant T. graduated from a communications school and was sent to the Leningrad Front as communications chief of the Marine Corps battalion. He arrived at the location of the battalion, at the command post, when the battalion was advancing. He tried to introduce himself, but was dismissed. Not up to him. One of the battalion's companies lay down under dagger machine-gun fire from the Germans. The battalion commander tried to contact the company commander by phone. However, the telephone did not answer. The battalion commander ordered to send a signalman to restore communications. However, there were no signalmen at the command post. "Who are you?" The battalion commander's gaze fell on T. "The battalion's communications chief, junior lieutenant T.," the newly-made communications commander introduced himself. "What are you, not a signalman? - asked the battalion commander. - Run to restore contact with the company!" T. crawled along the communication line. Looks, one, then another signalman lie dead, but creeps. He crawled to the NP company. NP ruined by an explosion. Dead officers are lying. And the phone TAI-43, oddly enough, rings. T. picked up the phone. The battalion commander ordered the company commander on the phone. T. said that the company commander had been killed. The battalion commander ordered to call one of the company officers to the phone. T. replied that all the officers had been killed. "And who are you?" - asked the battalion commander. "The chief of communications of the battalion, junior lieutenant T." - answered T. "What are you, not an officer? Raise a company to attack!" - ordered the battalion commander.
He pulled T. out of the TT's holster, and as taught at the school, he jumped onto the parapet and shouted: "For the Motherland! For Stalin! Forward!" However, the company both lay and lies in front of the trenches. Bullets fly. The sailors are afraid to raise their heads, let alone attack. Stands T. Around everything whistles, rumbles. And he sees that a sailor is lying in front of him and is digging a hole for himself with his hands to hide his head. And next to it, a small sapper shovel is stuck in the ground. But the sailor does not see her. I forgot about her out of fear. T. looks at it, and longing has taken him. "I will die now, but this one … will remain alive." He grabbed the shoulder blade. And flat, with all his anger, he hit the sailor's ass. "A-a-a-a-a-a!" - shouted the sailor and jumped to his feet. "Hurray-ah-ah!" - shouted the company and rose to attack. The German stronghold was taken. T. had not a scratch, although he stood like a finger under machine-gun fire.
For this, T. received his first order. And I think deservedly so. After all, raising soldiers to attack under machine-gun fire is also a feat. Later T. got into our brigade. And "Katyusha" fought far from the "front end", and more military, as T said, "real", he had no awards.
But we respected him for one, but a real military ORDER.
