My grandmother's brother said
Only one time he felt giving up during the war.
1942, new year,
Our army was not winning,
Was not getting a chance,
No left friends,
Standing near the capital.
Only one of thousand could survive after each fight.
Then propaganda took a new way.
All the solders and genersl were told the same day:
Think what would happen if we loose now,
What would happen to our women and children.
They are working day at night, factories, hospitals, collective farms, cutting forest, building train roads,
Giving us their blood like cows give milk,
Sending you last piece of bread.
Not giving up.
What would happen to them.
Think about our women here,
Who go after you in each fight,
Hoping only to be on time.
You soldiers, you have guns, bombs, tanks,
The nurses, doctors have only medical bags.
Think again what would happen to them...
It was the first day of our victory.
