Grandfather. Part 2 You can read beginning of the story here https://www.italki.com/notebooks/886911 It was just another day in the beginning of the war. My granddad with a bunch of the other soldiers had a meal gathering around the field canteens. As usual, they ate shitty-tasted porridge. My grandfather quite loudly said how gruesome the taste was. It happened the political commissar* heard that, and that night he called my grandfather in. * Political commissar. In the military, a political commissar or political officer (or politruk, from Russian: политический руководитель, "political leader"), is a supervisory officer responsible for the political education (ideology) and organization of the unit they are assigned to, and intended to ensure civilian control of the military. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Political_commissar To be finished