From Stalingrad to the Dnieper

If you can say "lucky" about a man, seriously wounded and commissive, then Mansur Abdulin is precisely the lucky one. He was lucky that, having got to the front in the autumn of the bloody 1942, he began to fight in a division of 82-mm mortars battalion, the calculation of which was located 100 meters from the front edge. He was lucky that he stored a whole year, while the life expectancy of the infantryman was from two weeks in the offensive to a month in defense. He participated in such key operations of the Red Army as “Uranus", "Ring", "Rumyantsev", Kursk defensive, having traveled from the mortar to the battalion to the Komsomol. He was lucky that, having received a severe wound, he was quickly evacuated from the battlefield, and highly professional doctors kept his leg. This is a book of a man who was lucky, a book about the trials that fell to his lot, about people who shared the joy of victories and the bitterness of defeats, about the heavy and bloody soldier"s work