10There was a day of crash and fear for us. A phonogram had arrived in the hospital with which my father was promoted to sergeant major, but this news was followed by another less beautiful one, the transfer of my father to the "zone of operations".
I remember the cries of my mother and my grandmother. I also had a moment of bewilderment: I did not understand what "zone of operations" meant, but I had nevertheless grasped the irreparability of the situation.
My father never had an easy life, but not because of him: so, perhaps, it was written in his Destiny. However, in my opinion, he has always had a privilege, even without realizing it: my father aroused in everyone a sense of lively sympathy, esteem and trust.
He had done always and everywhere his duty, not because it was his obligat
