Tag #152465 - Interview #97158 (Efim Kadanskiy)

My father was wounded at the beginning of 1942 and sent to hospital. He stayed in this hospital as a political officer. He didn’t go to the front because he developed tuberculosis. In summer 1942 we received the notification that my father had died in hospital. My mother cried a lot. She was a very reserves “iron” woman. This was the only time I saw my mother crying. I cried, too. I loved my father and was very attached to him. Only later I realized what it meant to lose the father. How many times in life I needed his advice!