There should be no woman in the war

During the Great Patriotic War, there were more than 1 million female soldiers in the Soviet army. Many of them have participated in guerrillas and underground organizations, ranging in age from 15 to 30. They are involved in various fields: pilots, tankers, assault gunners, snipers, machine gunners… women. Not only do the doctors and doctors save the sick, but they also fight the enemy like men.

After the war, the female soldier had to face another war. They hid their own combat manuals and disability certificates because they had to learn to smile again, learn to wear high heels, and marry as a wife. The men have forgotten the female soldiers who have fought side by side. They betrayed them, stole their fruits of victory, and did not share the joy of victory with them.

The following is part of the memoirs of the war female soldiers, selected from the novel “There should be no woman in the war” by Svetlana Alekseyevich.

I am not afraid of death, maybe because I am still young.
Death is everywhere, death happens at any time, but I don’t think about it. We never talk about death, it is everywhere, but everyone avoids talking.

One night, a whole company of people was conducting fire reconnaissance within the scope of our regiment. Before dawn, the company was withdrawn. In the faint morning light, I heard a voice in the center, from a wounded person.

“Don’t go, you will be killed.” The comrades did not let me go. “Look, the sky is bright.”

I didn’t listen to them and climbed over. I found the wounded, tied the belt to my hand and dragged him for 8 hours. He is still alive.

After the commander knew this, he was so angry that he had to shut me down for five days because I was acting without authorization. But the deputy commander’s reaction is different – “she deserves the prize.”

When I was 19, I got a “Brave Medal.”

Also at the age of 19, I was white. In the last battle of the age of 19, my lungs were pierced, the second bullet passed between the two vertebrae, and the lower limbs groaned… Everyone thought I was dead. I was only 19 years old, my granddaughter is so big now, I can’t believe it when I look at her. I was a child at the time!

When I returned home from the front line, my sister showed me my “death notice”.

– Nadezhda Anisimova, machine gun with health staff

At the end of the sight, a German officer is giving orders…
A carriage came, and the German soldiers lined up to deliver what goods. The officer stood for a while, gave some instructions, and then disappeared. I saw him appear again twice. If you miss it again, there is no chance. When he appeared for the third time, I finally made up my mind, but suddenly, I flashed another thought: He is also a person, although it is an enemy, but after all, it is also a person. My hands began to tremble, squatting and chilling. too terrifying. Now, this feeling sometimes returns to my dreams. I used to hit the rubber target, and it is too difficult to kill people now. I have seen him from the sight, and I see it very clearly, close at hand. I feel a little resisted in my heart, a little hesitant. But I calmed my emotions and pulled the trigger. He waved his hand and fell down. Whether he was killed or not, I don’t know, but I am even worse. It’s terrible, I actually killed a person? !

After returning to the camp, everyone talked about it and opened the meeting. The Communist Youth League leader Klava Ivanova comforted me and said, “Don’t pity them, hate them.” Her father was killed by fascists. We want to sing, but she said, “Girls, no, let’s wait until we beat these bastards and sing again.”

We can’t adapt to this kind of thing right away. Hatred and murder are not things that women should do. You have to convince yourself…

– Maria Morozova, top class, sniper

One time, 200 wounded people were sent, but only one nurse.
The wounded were lifted directly from the battlefield and there were many. It was in a village… I don’t remember how many years ago, I only remember that I didn’t sleep for 4 days, and I was too busy. Everyone is calling “Nurse, little nurse, help me, dear!” I ran from one person to another, and once I fell asleep, I fell asleep immediately. A shout made me wake up. It was a young lieutenant who was also injured. He lifted his uninjured half body and shouted: “Shut up! I ordered you to shut up!” To signal other people not to call me again, he knew that I was exhausted, but the wounded people screamed “Nurse! Nurse!” “I woke up from my sleep, jumped up and started running again, and I didn’t know where to run.” That was the first time I cried after I went to the front line.

You never know your heart. In the winter, a group of German prisoners of war passed by our army camp. They were all frozen, and they were covered with rags on their heads, and they were wearing tattered military coats. The weather was particularly cold, the birds fell from the air, and they were frozen.

There is a soldier in the prisoner of war, a little boy. The tears on his face formed into ice. I am pushing the van to the canteen. His eyes stared at my van, he didn’t look at me, just stared at the van. There is bread here…

I picked up the bread and gave it to him.

He took the bread and his face was an incredible expression.

I am very happy, I am happy that I did not hate him. I am even surprised by myself.

– Natalia Osachiva, Pvt., Logistics Manager

The people in the health camp are very kind to me, but I want to be a scout.
I said, “If you don’t let me go to the front line, I will go by myself.” They wanted to expel me from the Communist Youth League because I did not obey the military order. But I still slipped.

I got my first “Brave Medal”.

The battle started. The guns were fierce and the soldiers fell down. The sergeant ordered “rushing! For the motherland!” But they are still lying down. Another order, they are still lying down. I took off my hat so that they could see, “A girl is standing up!” The other soldiers followed and all got up and went into battle.

They sent me a medal and we went to perform the task that day. Just just menarche, I found myself bleeding, and I shouted: “I am hurt.”

A doctor carries out a reconnaissance mission with us, an adult male.

He asked me: “Where have you been injured?”

“I don’t know where it is… but there is blood…”

He told me the truth of the matter like his father.

After the war, I worked in the intelligence service for 15 years. Every night I will do the same dream, either my submachine gun is not good, or we are surrounded by a group. When I woke up, my teeth squeaked. I am desperately remembering, where is this? Is it on the battlefield or at home?

After the war, I have three wishes: the first wish, I will not crawl again, I have to take the tram; the second wish, I want to buy a whole piece of white bread, eat it in a big mouth; the third wish I want to sleep on the white sheets, and the sheets should be rustling.

– Albina Ganjmurova, Sergeant, Scout

Our uniforms couldn’t be kept clean at all. The new uniforms had just been sent down and were soaked in blood in two days.
My first wounded person was Belov, and the last wounded was Sergey Trofimov, a sergeant in the mortar unit. In the 1970s, Sergei came to my house to be a guest. I showed my daughters his injured head, and there was still a big scar.

I saved a total of 481 wounded from the war.

There is a journalist who counts, which is equivalent to the number of people in a whole shooting camp…

We put the men on their backs, they are two to three times heavier than us, and they are hurt, and they are even heavier. Not only do you have to carry him, but you have to bring his weapons. They are also wearing military coats and boots.

You have to carry the 80 kilogram man back on his body.

Put them down, then go back, another 70-80 kg man…

In this way, each time you charge, you have to back 5 to 6 times.

And I am only 48 kilograms, just like a ballerina.

I can’t believe it now, I can’t believe it myself…

– Maria Smirnova, health instructor

In 1942, we went to perform the task. We crossed the front line and were stationed in a graveyard.
We know that the Germans are 5 kilometers away from us. It was late at night and they were still firing flares.

Paratroopers have landed…

The lighting has been playing for a long time, and a large area has been illuminated.

The platoon leader took me to the edge of the cemetery and told me where to fire the flares. There is a bush of grass, and there may be Germans inside.

I am not afraid of death, I am not afraid of the graveyard since I was a child. But I was only 22 years old, still the first time to stand guard…

In these 2 hours, my hair is white…

The next morning, I found the first white hair, a whole glimpse…

I stood there, staring at the grass. The grass made a slight noise, I think the Germans are coming out from inside…

There are other people, it seems to be a ghost, and I am alone…

Is it true that a woman standing in a cemetery in the middle of the night is doing something for a woman?

Men are used to standing guards and shooting.

But for us, it’s all too sudden.

March 30 kilometers, fully armed.

On a hot day, the horses are exhausted…

– Willa Davydova, Pvt.

That is a hand-to-hand combat…
What do I remember? I remember the sound of broken bones…

At the beginning of the meat war, you can hear that sound immediately. The brittle bone is breaking, it is the human bone…

Shouting around the heartbreaking…

When the battle started, I was with the soldiers. It should be said that it was a little behind, and it was a side-by-side battle.

I saw it with my own eyes, the men were killing… They inserted the bayonet into the other’s mouth, in the eyes, in the heart, in the stomach…

How to describe this kind of scene? I can’t describe it!

In short, the female soldiers have not known the men, and they are not like them at home. The children have never seen such a father. too terrifying……

After the war I returned to my hometown Tula. I cried all night. Mom and sister will accompany me in the night…

I am always awakened by my own screams…

– Nina Coverenova, Sergeant, Infantry, Health Instructor

My child was very small at the time, only 3 months old, and I took him to perform the task. The instructor who sent me to perform the task couldn’t help but cry…
I have to bring the medicine back from the city, with bandages, serum…

I put the medicine between the child’s small arms and calves, wrapped them and brought them back. Many wounded people are lying in the forest and they are going to die.

I have to go.

No one else can go, no one can mix, there are German soldiers and police everywhere. Only I can go alone.

I am holding my child.

He is still in the middle of it.

Now think about how terrible this is. too difficult!

In order to let the child have a fever and let him cry, I put salt on him. He was red, he had a rash, he cried, and he cried so badly. The German sentry stopped me, and I said a little, and sent me to go.

I wiped him salt and fed garlic. The child is too young, I am still feeding him. When I walked past the guard post and walked into the forest, I cried and cried! The child is too poor.

But in a few days, I have to go to the task…

– Maria Savitzskaya Rajukovich, guerrilla liaison

At the beginning of the war, the personnel of the aviation club were reorganized: men were sent to the front line, and it was up to our women to fill them.
We went to teach the students of the military academy. There are a lot of things, from morning till night.

My husband is the first to go to the front. I only left one of his photos: We stood by a plane with a pilot’s helmet on our head…

At that time we lived with our daughter in the military camp…

I locked her in the room early in the morning and made the porridge there. At 4 o’clock in the morning we have to take off. When she came back in the evening, she still had no food to eat, and the porridge that I got from the wipes could be seen. She is not crying, just looking at me. Her eyes are big, like my husband…

At the end of 1941, I received a notice of death, and my husband died in the suburbs of Moscow. He is the commander of the flight squadron.

I love my daughter very much, but I sent her to my relatives.

Then apply for the front line…

On the last night before I left, I had an all night at my daughter’s crib…

– Antonina Bondaleva, sergeant, senior pilot

Someone betrayed us…

The Germans knew the foothold of the guerrillas, surrounded the forest, and moved from all directions.

We hid in the depths of the jungle, and the swamp became our savior, because the enemy could not enter the marshes.

A pool of stagnant water will kill us all to death. For a few days, a few weeks, we can only stand in the mud deep into the neck.

An operator with us, who had just given birth to a child.

The child is hungry and wants to eat milk…

But my mother is also very hungry, she has no milk. The child is crying.

The enemy is nearby…

Also with a police dog…

If the police dog hears the cry of the child, we are all finished. There are about 30 people in the entire team…

Can you understand?

The commander made the decision…

No one wants to tell the mother about this order, but she has already guessed it.

She put the cockroach wrapped in the child into the water and kept it for a long time…

The child never cries again…

There is no movement at all…

But none of us raised our eyes. We can’t go to see the mother, and we can’t look at each other…

The following dialogue comes from the author and historian
When was the earliest woman in history to fight as a soldier?

“As early as in the 4th century BC Athens and Sparta, there were already female soldiers in the Greek army. Later, they also participated in the expeditionary army of King Alexander of Macedonia.”

Russian historian Nikola Karamzin wrote in his description of the performance of his predecessors: “Slavs sometimes bring their father and wife to fight, no fear. In 626, in the battle of the siege of Constantinople The Greeks found many female soldiers in the fallen Slavic army. Many mothers trained their children into warriors.”

What about modern times?

“Between 1605 and 1650, the United Kingdom first established a field hospital, and many female soldiers served in the hospital.”

What is the situation in the 20th century?

“At the beginning of the 20th century, during the First World War, the British had already recruited female soldiers to enter the Royal Air Force. They also formed the Royal Reserve Corps and the Automobile Transport Corps, including 100,000 female soldiers.”

There are also many women in Russia, Germany and France who serve in field hospitals and military rescue trains.

The Second World War witnessed the heroic feats of the female soldiers. Female soldiers from many countries in the world have served in all arms. During the Second World War, there were 225,000 female soldiers in the United Kingdom, 450,000 to 500,000 female soldiers in the United States, and 500,000 female soldiers in Germany…

There are about 1 million female soldiers in the Soviet army. They have served in all the branches, including those who are the most “fathers”. This situation has even led to language problems, because in Russian, the words “tank”, “infantry” and “machine gunner” have not been corresponding. A negative noun, because no woman has ever done these things. These feminine nouns were born during the war.