A Barge

To our village the War has come. People were called to a barge - For evacuation and moving far. Only my grandpa delayed. He came too late, after eight o’clock. Then the Finns blew the barge up. After the war - my mother was born. I love her so much! Grandfather – the civil airman, Petrozavodsk’s first forces! Medals for Berlin at home we have, Vienna, Warsaw, and Orders. War was the Wrath of Our Lord. People don’t like much to talk. Those who have looked death into the eye - Know - God exists in the world!