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March 12nd, 1950   
The Frontline Album / Besieged and Occupied
Photo R. Diament (from RIA Novosti Archive)
My Grandfather Served in “The Black Death”

Story by Fyodor Minin

When speaking about the war, I always remember my grandfather, Nikolai Aleksandrovich Buslayev. He served in the glorious Baltic Fleet and for the rest of his life retained the fitness and neatness that distinguish seamen from everyone else. Anywhere, at work or in the forest, he was always clean-shaven, and smartly dressed. Only the Navy teaches people to be different from others, to be proud of their country, to keep navy traditions alive and never hang their heads.

He began fighting in 1940 against the Finns and took part in the famous landing at Hango. The Finns had machine guns and the Russians only had rifles. But Russian marines are different from anyone else because they do not fear anyone anywhere. They took Hango and soaked the Finns in blood. My grandfather used to say that Finns were a more cunning and skilled enemy than Germans. Finnish soldiers are courageous and stubborn, not afraid of difficulties, just like Russians. Besides, they fought for their own land. Every time I visit Karelia I remember my grandfather: had he and his comrades been less courageous and brave, we would not have seen this beauty. Russians forever discouraged Finns from venturing into what was originally Russian land.

Then there was the blockade, the Leningrad front. Marines fought with the infantry. Germans imprisoned the Fleet on Kronshtadt. They fought bravely on land, without sparing themselves. For Germans dispatch to the sector where “The Black Death” – the marines – fought was like a penal battalion.

As any real fighter, grandfather talked little about the war. Sometimes, on holidays, I did manage to get real war stories out of him. Once, on a reconnaissance raid, they slaughtered Germans in a dugout with knives – they had learned to use them during the Finnish campaign since the Finns were very skilled with knives. In another story, they took a huge, red-haired German officer prisoner by putting a grenade in the chimney of a German dugout and the blast wave brought the officer out right in their hands.

Most importantly, as time went by, I realized that unlike all of us, those people had pure souls. They did not look for profit, thought first of all of their country and there were no wormholes in their hearts. There is no need to mention mutual help, it is obvious that no one cannot survive a war without it.


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