06/23/2025
It just hit me—today is June 22.
After the long move and all the unpacking, I almost missed it. This date may pass quietly for many, but for those of us who grew up in the former Soviet Union, it carries a weight that still echoes through generations.
We all knew the song:
«Двадцать второго июня, ровно в 4 часа, Киев бомбили, нам объявили, что началась война…»
(“On June 22nd, at exactly 4 a.m., Kyiv was bombed, and we were told the war had begun…”)
My mother was just seven years old in 1941 when she heard those words: “Hitler attacked our country.” Her father was in the military. She remembered the fear, the silence, and the grief that came after. My father added two years to his age and got drafted—still just a boy. He flew American B-25 Mitchell bombers, delivered to the Soviets through the Lend-Lease program, from Alaska to Russia.
The Soviet Union lost over 20 million lives during World War II.
Not twenty men—twenty million souls. Soldiers. Children. Mothers. Entire cities and villages erased.
Before you go to bed tonight, pause for a moment.
Remember them.
And don’t forget what made it all possible.
Fascism begins by dehumanizing others. By dividing people. By lifting up one nation, one race, one voice—while silencing the rest.
Let’s never let that happen again. Not here. Not anywhere.