Captain Egorov Biography

The memorial sign in Zhitomir Egorov Alexander Petrovich is the commander of the fighter-tributary artillery battery and the motorized rifle brigade of the Civil Code of the Tank Corps, senior lieutenant. Born on May 16, on the farm of Korolevo, Dubovsky district of the Rostov region in the family of a worker. Member of the CPSU from the year. In the year he graduated from incomplete high school.

In years he worked in the village of Kuznets. From a year to a year he worked as a miner in the Donbass. From a year to a year, he underwent actual military service. In the year he graduated from the improvement courses of the Komsomol of anti -aircraft artillery. In years he worked as a blacksmith at the factory in Rostov. In March, he was again drafted into the ranks of the Red Army.

In the year he graduated from the Kiev Anti -Tank School. In the battles of the Great Patriotic War from the year. Was wounded. There was a year. Our troops retreated east. In the head of a small group of fighters, Junior Lieutenant A. was tired, from time to time, he stopped to look around: was the enemy lurking somewhere? But the Salskaya steppe, as far as the eye saw, was deserted. Standing for a minute, A.

Egorov caught up with his fighters. Two days ago, their regiment was defeated in a brutal battle. What was left of him, A. Egorov did not know. Scattered units fought as much as they could, and then retreated. From the battery, in which A. Egorov was the platoon commander, two guns and five soldiers survived. At night, upon departure, another alleged infantrymen joined him.

And so they, not knowing the situation, go east. There is not even a card. They go, guided by the sun and stars. Somewhere there, in the east, a hundred kilometers, the Volga. Egorov was waiting for the persecution all the time and wondered where it was better to give a battle in the event of an enemy. And around is even like a palm, a steppe. Somewhere far left, an artillery cannonade muffled by the distance was heard.

The commander guessed that he was evading south from the direction where the main events took place. Egorov looked at the gray-poured, unshaven faces of the soldier, and his gaze warmed. He akin to them for these difficult days and fell in love with all his heart. He knew that they - hungry and physically exhausted - did not lose the spirit and were ready to give the enemy a battle.

The soul of A. Egorov was bitter. He lost many combat comrades. And the survivors are difficult to have to have to. There is no food. Ammunition - the cat cried: to the guns of nineteen shells, and the shooters have a clip of cartridges. But the junior lieutenant did not have the right not to lose heart, but also to show that the group fell into a distress. We went out to the ravine. On his eastern steep slope among a rare shrub is ashes.

Apparently, there was a farm burned by enemy aircraft. With difficulty overcame the ravine and stopped near the well. There is water - it is already easier. We dug in the evening. Mashed guns and trenches. They ate what they had. The steppe is still deserted. Only far in the northeast, sinister lightning flashed far in the north-east. From there came muffled explosions. The earth shuddered slightly.

Junior Lieutenant A. Egorov organized a guard and sent a patrol of three people to a flat hill in front. The night passed calmly, but in the morning, the sun barely rose, the enemy appeared. Ten motorcycles and three cars with soldiers raced the field road. The soldiers lurked. On command, motorcyclists were met in one gulp. At the same time, the guns opened a runaway fire on the cars with fragmentation shells.

The suddenness of the blow stunned the Nazis, caused panic. Everything went astray into one pile - overturned motorcycles, cars, people. The surviving fascists rushed away from the road and began to dig on the hill. The group of A. Egorov stopped the fire. Cover cartridges and shells. By noon, the enemy went on the offensive. Now he was supported by four tanks, and from somewhere from behind the Buger the battery opened fire.

There, apparently, they did not know the actual location of the position of the group of A. Egorov, and the shells went with a large flight or fell into the ravine, without reaching the goal. The tanks moved in line. Egorov stood at one gun, the personnel gunner - at the second. Having charged guns with armor -piercing shells, we fell to the sights. The soldiers pressed the butt of rifles into the shoulders, waiting for the approach of the "guests".

Egorov interrupted the tank’s caterpillar with the first shot, and when he spun, he slapped two shells on board. A shot from another gun set fire to another tank. The arrows forced the fascist infantry. Having suffered heavy losses, the Nazis crawled into the trenches again. The heavy battle lasted all day.

A. Egorov’s one gun was shot down. Three soldiers were injured and two were killed. The enemy, having lost about fifty people, two tanks and all ten motorcycles, did not dare to go to the attack anymore. With the onset of darkness, A. Egorov made a sortie to scare the enemy even more, and then quietly starred and left with his group. During the night we got to the Sarpinsky lakes, where they joined our defense.

Then the great battle of the Stalingrad battle began, in which Lieutenant A. Egorov showed himself a worthy officer. In the spring, summer and autumn of the year, A. Egorov, commanding the anti -tank battery, destroyed many enemy tanks. Particularly fierce were battles at the Khotynets station of the Oryol region and on the Zdvizh River, on the Kyiv-Zhitomir highway.

Often A.Egorov had to become a gun himself. In a personal account, a bold artilleryman included half a dozen destroyed tanks. With special bitterness, the Nazis fought in mid -December.