A love story, “I have lost my arms and legs. I don’t want to be a burden to you. Forget me. Farewell. Faithfully Yours, Zina.”

The pictures of female warriors are spreading viral both on the Internet and in the public information domain including the cinematograph, bestsellers, etc. Beautiful military parade clips are featuring our international beauties, in a diligent goose step, challenging their male counterparts in uniform. The “diversion and inclusion” drive has truly infected the female world wanting more adrenaline.

In Soviet Russia, there was a popular Great Civil War song describing two lovers parting and wishing each other well and good luck in so many words, “…If death, let it be an instant death, if wound, let it be a minor wound.”

I remember meeting a WWII veteran, she was a renowned pediatrician and a medical university professor emeritus traveling to attend an international conference. During 4 years of the war, i.e. from 1941 to 1945, she had been a military hospital surgeon, her frontline surgery experiences included the Battle of Stalingrad, and further on to the west of Berlin. The war over, never again would she take the scalpel into her hands; instead, she became a children’s doctor.

Reading the memoirs and listening to war stories shared by women-soldiers reveals a striking fact: sure enough, nobody wanted to die, yet there was a thing which most of them feared more than death: it was a crippling injury with little or no chances to regain life as a normal woman, and that made the difference. There were circumstances when death would have seemed in terms of a welcome delivery from the hellish conditions of life realities.

Therefore, there is a disturbing fact of life, i.e. pretense of normality when a woman grips a gun and takes her chances driven by the emancipation campaign or riding the crest of the wave believing she can reach the dry ground quickly, with the support and cooperation of the moviedom and the mass media. A kind of harbinger of bad things to happen; some may be lucky while many others will be less fortunate. Human blood is not water running from the tap.

A love story, “I have lost my arms and legs. I don’t want to be a burden to you. Forget me. Farewell. Your Zina.”

Zina Tusnolobova met Iosif Marchenko in the spring of 1941, but they did not have enough time to get married: Zina saw him off going to the front in the first days of the war. She volunteered to go to war in July 1942, after graduating from a medical personnel training school.

This one is a ‘happy end’ love story, they married and raised children.

Yulia Yemanova, aged 17, volunteered to go to war as a frontline radio operator. During the Battle of Stalingrad, where she was severely wounded and lost her legs and arms, became dumb and deaf. She could only see. No one knows anything about her life. She lived the remaining years of her life in a dedicated medical facility for WWII disabled veterans.

Vasiliy Lobachev took part in the battle of Moscow. He lost his arms and legs due to gangrene. Had it not been for his wife Lidia, it would have been utterly hopeless and hapless. Lidia also lost her legs in the war. They built a family to support each other and raised two sons.

Of the medical personnel in the Red Army, 40% of paramedics, 43% of surgeons, 46% of doctors, 57% of medical assistants, and 100% of medics/nurses were women.

Where your country’s enemy is at the gates, there is a strong case for volunteering to go to war; therefore, it might be important to remember, Human Blood is not Water, if otherwise.

History Writer, WWII