Those who did not hide behind their mother’s skirts and in shorts at the committee of soldiers’ mothers, those who, with weapons in their hands (or without them), performed international duty in Afghanistan, Angola, Vietnam and God knows where else, those who clenched their teeth and ran forced marches on 5 (10, 15, 20...) kilometers, those who shared their last cigarette and the last sip of water with their brothers, those who, clenching their teeth and nerves, choked on vodka and tears for the