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MEMORY LESSON Afghanistan. Heroes of our time
2. comprehending the events of the Afghan war from a universal point of view;
3. education of patriotism and internationalism in the younger generation.
Tasks: broadening the students’ outlook, raising a sense of duty, responsibility, self-sacrifice, patriotism; spiritual enrichment of the poetic legacy of the internationalist warriors.
Afghanistan hurts in the soul of the guys Returning from a distant hike. Friends of the dead are looking at them
From eighty memorable year.
It hurts in the hearts of thousands of mothers. A fallen tear on the stone is getting cold. In my vast country
Waiting for the sons who died in a foreign land.
And they never get tired of waiting In the unknown peering, gave, Houses, towns, villages, cities
Who escorted the service.
Afghanistan in the history of the country Heavy, bloody page Soldiers returning from war
And the mothers of the victims will dream.
Afghan war. How little we know about her. She went down in history and in less than ten years claimed many thousands of lives of soldiers-internationalists. This war has touched many of our families with its black wing, bringing with it death, legless, armless, blind, seriously ill young people. The war in Afghanistan is grief, first of all, those who directly participated in it. For the rest, it is distant, alien, incomprehensible, although closer in time. For those who fought in Afghanistan, the war has not ended to this day. She beats with a ricochet – diseases, mental disorders, unsolved social problems.
Our meeting today is a tribute to all those involved in the heroic and tragic Afghan war, which lasted twice as long as the Great Patriotic War. The truth about her was silent for a long time. They did not tell the truth about heroes and losses. Even crying over the graves was not allowed. We stint on the order. Then this war broke through poems and songs that formed in the hearts of children during the attack, in the moments of rest, in the sleepless nights, in the hours of bitter thoughts about the fate of the country. You will hear songs about those who have not returned from the fire. Their authors are eyewitnesses to the tragic events, as well as those who did not fight, but in their work could not circumvent the topic of courage and heroism of our soldiers.
Afghanistan is pain and sorrow; this is a war in which our guys were just soldiers …
Afghan As the word cuts this ear,
As the heart breaks into pieces:
He has howl, and horror, and clank, and hryask, and gnash
Fire, metal, pain and longing.
In it is blood and mercy – not for good,
There are various absurdities in it – do not count it.
But in him still – and valor, and courage,
And sacrifice, and devotion, and honor.
In 1978, the April revolution won in Afghanistan, and the Soviet Union was one more friendly country. But the internal contradictions of the Afghan people were not resolved by the victory of the revolution: civil strife was taking place, some groups of the population fought with others, which the opponents skillfully used. The Afghan government repeatedly appealed to the USSR government with a request for military assistance, which in the course of almost all of 1979 received decisive refusals, believing that the Afghans should solve their problems themselves.
But later, the decision to enter the Soviet troops on the territory of Afghanistan was made. It did not come right away and not be easy, but only after it became obvious that events get out of control and can turn around unpredictably.
In Afghanistan, the head of state was treacherously murdered, and the United States attempted to place powerful new weapons near the southern borders of our country, which was a great threat. Only then this important political decision regarding the entry of Soviet troops into Afghanistan was made in the offices of the Kremlin.
Sounds the song Afghanistan (order came)
So, on December 25, 1979. at 15 o’clock Moscow time began the entry of Soviet troops into Afghanistan. Then no one had any doubts about the correctness of the decisions made. And our troops, loyal to the military oath, went to a foreign land to protect the interests of their people and to fulfill the international duty.
December. Seventy-ninth year.
Do not sit at the table with toast.
Air liner carries us
To someone else’s war in Afghanistan.
We have aboard today
Flies not ostentatious company –
Special Forces. Only one platoon.
Forward air infantry!
What we have to fight
It has long been rumored.
We read about basmachs,
And this, brothers, the same perfume.
AK fastened on the chest
Dressed in Afghan and Kirzuha.
We are not on holiday jumping,
Arranged for show.
When we leave the plane,
As we say goodbye to our homeland,
Not everything is here, as God will send,
We will be able to land alive.
Downstairs – no fireworks,
On its swinging swinging.
Raining lead in us spit
Do not meet sweet music.
No longer a cloth, but a sieve,
All that remains of the dome.
Well, be patient for a bit more,
Well, hold on for at least a little!
God forbid that behold!
Be someone else in our place.
After all, to the earth still fly,
Perhaps, with a hook about two hundred meters.
With fate, we enter into a dispute
In such difficult moments.
Waiting for death, staring,
And not empty compliments.
Some may not understand
That this is not bravado at all.
Forward pushed us again
One simple word – is necessary!
How many times it happened: the wars plotted marked gray-haired politics, and in the trenches are those who are 18 years old.
What happened? As it was? And so it was?
As already mentioned, the Afghan war began with the decision of the Soviet leadership to introduce a limited military contingent in order to stabilize the situation in neighboring Afghanistan, where there was a fratricidal civil war. The leaders of Afghanistan assured the then head of the USSR
But how to accompany the cargo and not to use weapons if the columns are attacked, ambushed, roads are mined daily, approaches to the water lines, to the wells, if at any moment our “bases”, tents with soldiers, food depots, with ammunition?
Yesterday’s schoolchildren, boys, 18-19 years old, had to learn to kill, learn to defend themselves, survive in unimaginable conditions: sand, storms, lack of water, heat during the day, cold at night (especially in the mountains), interruptions in food, snakes, phalanxes, scorpions, diseases, lice . At first, our military were without a real shelter, without beds, without sleeping bags. And it was necessary to fight with provided with all necessary 35-45-year-old men, whose profession – to fight.
So our country was retracted to war on 9 years, 1 month and 19 days.
Through Afghan has passed up to 2 million our soldiers and officers. Those who, after serving 1.5–2 years, remained alive, were demobilized and returned to the Union, new ones, who had not been shot, came to replace them and went into battle again against the professionals.
People who had no life experience, suddenly found themselves in a foreign country, in an unfamiliar hostile environment, in extreme circumstances.
The peculiarity of the Afghan war was the massive and sincere religiosity of the local population. Eastern traditions and religious fanaticism manifested themselves in the entire behavior of the Mujahideen: killing and abusing his corpse was considered a special prowess. For them, shuravi, as they called Russian soldiers, were enemies of the holy faith, and war with them was considered sacred, received the blessing of Allah.
The first two and a half years, the Mujahideen killed all the prisoners. At the same time, they cruelly mocked them, tortured and killed prisoners in front of others. Cut off the ears, noses, gouged out eyes.
Afghans have a national game – buzkashi, reminiscent of horse polo. But instead of the ball horsemen on the wasteland chase a sheep. The Mujahideen decided to improve the game – instead of a sheep, Soviet prisoners of war appeared.
Sounds the song Again the alarm …
Well-equipped, but not received the necessary theoretical and practical knowledge of the Soviet Army was not ready for such a war.
The Soviet military equipment was also not ready for combat operations in the mountains.
But the real danger for the Afghan partisans was the Su-25 attack aircraft and the Mi-24 combat helicopters. It was they who provided fire support to the infantry in the mountains.
But at the end of 1986, the United States began to deliver ground-to-air missile stringers to the rebels. As a result, the Soviet troops lost their most effective weapons in a mountainous country – the combat helicopter Mi-24, which was now an easy target for any Afghan armed with the Stringer. Only at the end of 1988, Soviet specialists were able to develop an antidote to this weapon.
Our losses are enormous: about 15,000 mothers did not wait for their sons, they did not hear: “Mom, I came. , 417 missing (271 of them have not been found so far), nearly 50 thousand wounded and thousands of mutilated souls.
Let’s listen to excerpts from the letters of the guys who died on the harsh Afghan soil. Letters that reflect their feelings, thoughts.
Sergey Anatolyevich Gryadushkin: “… Mom, do not shed tears and mourn me in vain, because I have not left to serve forever, but only for 2 years, in vain do not worry for me and I will definitely come. Firmly kiss your son Sergei. The letter was written
Anatoly Kazakov: “Ninushka, dear! Sorry for not immediately telling you the whole truth. There was no turning of the language, and now I don’t want to write about it this way, because I know you are with me, you will constantly cry. In general, tomorrow we leave for Afghanistan. He died on the 12th day of his stay in Afghanistan.
Leonid Andreyevich Gordov: “Hello, mother, Marusia and all of ours. I am sorry for not having written for a long time. Now I’m at a major exercise and barely chose the opportunity to write one this letter. And now, don’t say much! ”This letter was written 2 months before his death. Relatives learned that Leonid served in Afghanistan only when he died.
Galchenko Sergey Vasilievich: “. Mom, I ask you again, do not worry, nothing terrible will happen to me. After all, I am lucky and got to a good place! He arrived in Afghanistan on June 20, 1982, wrote a letter on June 22, and died on June 28.
Sevastyanov Alexey Ivanovich: “. Dear my mom! Let me heartily congratulate you on the upcoming 1985 year. Your very best, mother! Kabul city, DRA,
Yesterday there was a fight and he was terrible
But we were able to restrain the enemy
Only a third of our company remained
And the best friend died then.
In the mountains, we are not at all familiar,
Where the grass stretches to the sun
He stayed away from home
And met the death of a simple soldier
And soon to the house with a carved window,
Where the mother-old son waits,
A neighbor will come straight from the post office.
And the funeral will bring.
Cry mother reading the agenda,
To his chest, the cat will squeeze
And the bride will enter the house silently
See mother and understand everything.
Only one house, in one village
And how many of them across the country?
Where is one mother – in her house closely
And the son stayed in the war.
How many years he lived …
But the moment of victory is more than a year.
How hard it is to die to stay,
Stay in our souls forever.
No, courage does not happen by chance.
It was born in the soul of a soldier,
When he does not forget about friends
And with the Motherland itself does not think apart.
I look, I look in his face simple.
A sad dash between two dates.
And I believe that the only way it is
To live on the ground as a soldier lived on it.
Today they would grow bread, build houses, learn, but this was not to be seen … Our guys have done their duty. For us, alive, – the duty of memory of those who died in this alien war. The duty of compassion and help to their mothers, parents. Duty of help to those who have wounded body and soul. We will remember this.
The guys endured all difficulties steadily, courageously, heroically. Where does she come from, courage and courage in our children? Where does she have such young people?
Our youth was not long Covered early gray hair, Our youth vomited on mines Flooded with the Afghan war.
Our youth was carried on by ramming Crush the dushman’s plane, To weaken the fire hurricane, Fell on the enemy machine gun.
Covering the barrel with your heart Fell for youth to live Terrible, frantic, angry, That was how young it was!
Sounds the song Michel “Light candles”
A minute of silence is a lot of il Z and those who are no longer around? For those whose fate was broken so cool … A minute of silence. Silent minute …
Listen people Please be quiet! The war had died down in the distance. A minute of silence. Dead boys T tit at this moment the country.
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