In Italy, do not celebrate May 9. celebrated April 25 - Emancipation Day, and celebrate as a fairly quiet, and then has his own reasons. Italy fascist war was lost, and Italy guerrilla was so pro-communist, that the present government is not terribly want to focus on the merit of communist guerrillas before the country.
but I can not do anything - I begin in early May to review old movies about the war, to call every day of my grandmother and are stuffed of students of military songs (I even blamed the university for ideological propaganda than really make me smile)
But today we celebrate our Italian grandmother (Italian grandfather, too, is no longer in the world). Our grandmother Enrica during the war was quite a girl. All her brothers were in the Resistance, and his grandmother was Enrica they signaller. Lived in a place under the Nazis had occupied Milan, and went into the mountains to the partisans on the bike. I asked her if she was not afraid. Grandmother Enrica is responsible for that not very much - the Germans in Italy is not so very committed atrocities, at least until the last days of the war. with the approach of allied forces become more difficult. just me and the Nazis began to burn, and explode. and even then, my grandmother was worried not for myself but for my father, his brother, but continued with triple energy to do their little girls' case - was worn on a bicycle back and forth with notes. in the last days before the release of the Nazis mined factory where he worked as an engineer her dad. Dad, that is, Our great-grandfather, was inside, along with other workers, and small Enrica raced on his bike in mountains, the guerrillas to call them for help. Grandma managed. her dad was still alive, just like everyone else, and the brothers returned alive. and ... At this point I can not do anything do (again!) I think that all this is not in any comparison with what had to go through Russian women.
so ... so ... Behold! Russian, not Soviet women who have plowed, as my grandmother Lena (grandmother of Mike), stood at the bench and were on duty in hospitals (as my grandmother Ala), digging a trench (as my grandmother, Ira) and worked and fought and survived and gave birth to our parents, and kept in so much love to give it to us, their grandchildren, all of them dedicated to
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