I just looked at my polish army dagger, and suddenly a random sad thought passed through my mind. Just thought I share it, although maybe it's really not the right place, but the moderators can remove it if they want.
I suddenly had a flashback of the day I last saw my grandad's brother in the hospital before he died. He was in a really bad state and I never saw him like that in my life. He was always cheerful, optimistic, always smiling. When he was young, he was a very talented boxer, and participated in many competitions. He won most of his fights, but even the ones he lost, he only lost on points. He would sometimes kid: "nobody could ever knock me out, I stand fast on my feet".
My family comes from Russia, and my grandad's brother was drafted to a special unit of the Soviet Navy in the 1940-ies because he was an athlete. In the army he excelled as well, and got many decorations for what he did. Whatever he did, he gave it his hundred percent.
He served in the Soviet navy for 40 years. And when the Soviet Union was dissolving and our family left to Israel, those bastards in the Soviet customs had the audacity to tell him he had to surrender his Navy Officer dagger - something that for him and for any other Naval Officer is a symbol. It was with him for his whole career. They took it from him. It was similar to this: https://i.postimg.cc/rFKpTRyN/IMG-5050.jpg
And this is him:
I suddenly had a flashback of the day I last saw my grandad's brother in the hospital before he died. He was in a really bad state and I never saw him like that in my life. He was always cheerful, optimistic, always smiling. When he was young, he was a very talented boxer, and participated in many competitions. He won most of his fights, but even the ones he lost, he only lost on points. He would sometimes kid: "nobody could ever knock me out, I stand fast on my feet".
My family comes from Russia, and my grandad's brother was drafted to a special unit of the Soviet Navy in the 1940-ies because he was an athlete. In the army he excelled as well, and got many decorations for what he did. Whatever he did, he gave it his hundred percent.
He served in the Soviet navy for 40 years. And when the Soviet Union was dissolving and our family left to Israel, those bastards in the Soviet customs had the audacity to tell him he had to surrender his Navy Officer dagger - something that for him and for any other Naval Officer is a symbol. It was with him for his whole career. They took it from him. It was similar to this: https://i.postimg.cc/rFKpTRyN/IMG-5050.jpg
And this is him:
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